Lyrics:
that drama, play with us, I'ma drop a backhand
I'ma send a few more up to Heaven, you catch a opp, then catch a blessing
Foul out with that Smith
assault
I had a deadly weapon, I had a Smith and Weston, but I got caught
I got Sam for all my cases, you know damn well he gettin' me off
Better do hair
rot
If we ever meet then you better not run
You better not trip and get beat by the gun
9mm send you to the sun
Ain't no percussion we tunin' the drum
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
stop and say hi to the Smith & Wesson
Demon goes in on these beats I could teach you motherfuckers a quick lesson
Send shots at a man like Harry
Then I
refuse to send
I've been starin' at the sky with the sun on my mind
No stars to count, no wings to fly
I've been lookin' at the sky with the moon on my
to follow my nigga
I'm gone
Somebody who you're around wants to clip your wings and shoot you down
But its okay to keep enemies close
As long as you
in my featherless, sagging, saffron wings,
i dance
my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings
wave in the air
i am drunk laying
Who taught y'all boys that lesson?
That was me
Bitch I was never stressing
You can tell, way comfortable because the Smith and Wesson
I was
get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you
[Parrish Smith]
Hey yothe rhymes I recite, airtight,
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
808s gon' make your body shake
Look bitch boom, boom
And when I get you
I'ma knock that pussy to the moon, moon
If he trippin', grab that Smith
to take it nigga
Yo aiyyo, aiyyo, there is six different wings in the spot, choose one
Some get addicted, some do it for fun
Boy my hoes are clean,
screeming free you
(Free Dat Nigga Lil)
And if you bled I was down to bleed too
Now when I ride by I breeze through
I don't even stop, ain't a need to
And you
crispy creme
Spitting hot shit
I need Listerine
Pulled up right on the scene
I'm making moves by any means
If you intervene me and the team
Gonna send
forgot the chop at the crib then I send gore at him (I send gore at him)
Nigga wasn't fazed by a few shots then I send more at him (fah! fah!)
Homicides in
Uncle Sam da grimey on top of da puppets army
I doubt the revo domino effect loudly
You know all what this bacteria want is Syria
They been taming Lybia
them said I could, I was tryna K.O.D
Demons named Sam Smith, the way that energy could stay with me
I just wanted closure, miss when granny used to lay
Never link none of my exes secretly
If it's beef with you, then it's beef with me
So if I die by the gun
And you don't wanna ride out, don't tweet rest
'm Jaden Smith
Told by the g's I trust
Think he's bad cause he's untouched
Till I send him to space like rockets from Elon Musk
Only act bad cause his g's
chodzę do terapeuty i pana doktora
Postanawia umrzeć kumpel tak jak u Bonsona
Sam nie wiem czy zdecydował albo go coś woła
Nie potrafię wyjść z baru przed
You better stop wasting my time
And send all my rhymes, to people that need to get by
Cause I'm tryna' help people uprise
And stop their decline
Before
here farewell
Send em up top stairwell
Everybody know kel, he don't play fair He thought he was cool LL
So I had to heat him up like a taco shell trap
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