Lyrics:
muthafuckin' spaceship
Feelin' like the first man on the moon
Draped in all black, whole club full of goons
Pumpin' bottles 'til them pretty hoes move
Tonight
Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake
Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man
Man I been talkin to girls,
the slack from my man
With a tan sitting by the fan
In a heavy, heavy band
The beat, huh, feels warm, and cool
Won't fall
Just move it, groove it, soothe
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
instead of becomin a strong black man
Every two weeks I see sam
Pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Becaause I gotta make
stressing about these bitches
You would hold it down for me you was down to ride
Every time I felt some type away you was by my side
I been growing as a man
a 16 ting yeah
Ok, Yes man i’m bringing him because I
Knew he was alright let’s go, ok, Skepta
I’m not scared of DEVelopment
DEVelopment ain’t in
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
stupid thotties pay for
He open the bottle of the pills and he take four
The human condition got us mixed up and sinnin
And I get my stress out by this
is wealth Organic and fresh (Fresshhh!)
Jah-V keep I man bless (Bless Bless Bless Bless)
Ah just come out by Patrick Yes! my herbs come from top shelf
it cookin
Gotta keep up on my craft tho
You know I keep it cookin
Gettin cheese by the mack truck
You know I keep it cookin
Never sleepin I can't lack
backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
can
Gotta tell you how I'm sorry gotta be a better man
Staring out that windshield, cars seeing me flyin' by
Gonna know what's going on in my mind
I
on Hallows Eve
Cracking like some autumn leaves
Hold up I just gotta let it breathe
Hold up I just gotta breathe
Had them basketball dreams
Feelin like
started way before the Nativity
They couldn't find an inn on Christmas eve
Mary gave birth to the Maker
but had to lay the Christ in a manger
Christ lived
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
Priest kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva
I write for lifers and boxers at rikers
I write pain
Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in
suggest you pout
I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home,
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
"Gimme a pound thank you
Spent new years in tears
Not new years eve, new years day
Fuck man, I was supposed to be happy
But I still feel there's a lot on my plate
Show bare
By healing
Blessing, and showing love to the whole world
All of you who are ready for the realization and the demonstration of the presence of God
By healing
Blessing, and showing love to the whole world
All of you who are ready for the realization and the demonstration of the presence of God
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