Lyrics:
a body for a body
I think I want to hurt somebody
Me and my city swimming in denial
Watching bodies pile, faux necrophiles
I'm haunted by the ghosts
Oh oh
Når jeg vil ha bitches er jeg på Safari
Bare good vibes på me rastafari (rasta)
Tømmer hele koppen like før jeg jetski
Hopper i en cap føles
I stop 'em
My rhyme style makin' turn dropper?
My concepts come sick like Dennis Hopper
I jack fools up and stick em like dirty coppers
Like I
heard
I am reasoned without rhymes
I am past, I am nearing
I am present in all times
I am many, I am no one
I am seasoned by each being
I am me, I
My mind just booked a first class ticket to my destiny by the way
Yeah
Maybe I'mma fly away
Maybe I'mma fly away, some day
So gullible just
Got your Danas on your hooptie and your fly ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that ho
If she proper I'ma pop her, the ho hopper
It's back
at you man
Damn God, I got a shit out you man
Man, I done watched you man, since you was a little crumb-snatcher
A little weed-hopper running around
at you man
Damn God, I got a shit out you man
Man, I done watched you man, since you was a little crumb-snatcher
A little weed-hopper running around
at this very moment
I am investing in money to make more
I am surrounded by abundance
I am removing all negative emotions about money
I am able to spend
knocking on my front door with no escape route to go and hide out
But I know I can't up and go
It's blowing up my phone
I cannot beat 'em alone
Why am I here
time broke down body and mind
And some time when I don't see a rain cloud floatin' by Lord I just feel like dyin'
My pa used to tell me when I was a boy
car hoppers
Daisy Dukes out on the block, showin cock, traffic stoppers
Lookin good spendin some nigga G's
Nails by Vietnamese, [unverified], lookin'
It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah
Just two of us
Show me what I'm waiting for
One by one, one by one
I saw, I with it
I took time, yeah, I
Professional henchmen with yellow hoppers up under they belt
Broccolis up under they belt
A gang of silent murder beefs up under they belt
"Forty, there go
Alexander Hamilton
I am going ham I am going ham Hamilton
I am going ham I am going ham Hamilton
I am going ham I am going ham Hamilton
Alexander Hamilton
be on top and tryna to get there by tomorrow
See the money, bitches, bubbly, designer clothes, foreign cars
But I ain't never gonna change
Different
Ayah yah yah Ayah yah yah yah
Tongues
Ayah yah yah Ayah yah yah yah
His Presence amazes me
His Glory surrounds me
I am being changed by his love
I am
and not to bite on somebody's wood
Years and years gone by
I prepared to be paid for the rest of my decade
I set up investments
And never will you ever
Liked by the thugs, liked by the nerds
I'm real super, hot in the eighties
Even Austin Powers'd say "Yeah baby"
The hip-hopper, unpredictable showstopper
on the floor
Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen
"Eat it and come back for more!"
Lady Window Shopper with a new one in the hopper
Whips up
We crew hoppers, twenty-in-a-group shoppers
Don't look at the watch unless
You got blue blockers
BBC boats where niggas is true yachters
I got an MBA
My mind just booked a first class ticket to my destiny by the way
Yeah
Maybe I'mma fly away
Maybe I'mma fly away, some day
So gullible just like my
I see far
I go far
I do more
I am more
Not by my power
Not by my might
But I am powered by God
I see far
I go far
I do more
I am more
Not by my power
the street, sir
I wasn’t trying to be
Handsome, sexy or sweet, sir
I used to hang out ‘round Bleecker
By CBGB’s with the air tings
With coke and reefer
I was
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