Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
before Google mutes you
I am O'hene, the cyberspace prophet
404 era of terror can't stop it
Why hack? I just hijack your server
My apps attack Mac Pros
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I
to an elf in real Life
I've listened to the stars on a still night
Tried to become a star and I still might
I know exactly what colors feel like
Know exactly
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
the kudas
Or was you planning to put your fam in the same sham
And god damn and you ruined it
Now I'm gonna kick back with Mac spit rap and watch y'all do
Ayy, I'm true to this game
Do it big 'til they remember your name
Hussle
We still them same niggas that we used to be
Blacc Sam in that sedan, in
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
heart's so empty
God, I wish you were here
As these boats pass by
I sit all alone
Remembering our love
Still brings me hope
I write our names in the sand
names that end in -aceae
I'm a bio prof, that's the side that you all see
But I still can be that hoe, where's them recent divorcees?
I could be your mom,
gunning
And keep them shook crews running, like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in
the room with Tutan
I'll leave you in ruins
I read hieroglyphs but I still can't decipher
How you'd bawl with the embalmer
You got wrapped up by a spider
was over
But I'ma take the team to the top
Al Pac and Mac Mustard wont stop
Y'all thought it was over
We still got the hood in a loop
Kuz we awesome
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
Macs & Berettas
Keep dat shit pushin, bruh get it together
My heart is so cold, put you under da weather
Da coroner gon puzzle ya body together
I’m sand
She's trying to find a loop hole
Don't know what to do
When shorty's heart is too cold
Still I keep it true
Wise men play the fool
Been enlightened by
Arrow spins I'm ahead of the crash
Better to clash, when you handle your beef
Settle it fast
Metal in mask but still keep an elegant class
Who
and here's
Your answer: hell no!
Every night I'm on the road
Tryin' to get how it come
Still findin' time just to kick
It with my son
I know niggas see them
gunning
And keep them shook crews running, like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face, you're in
everyday feels like hella
Everyday feels like Hell
Steve miller in your black kia
Didn't know you had a drug dealer
I mention I write songs and play guitar
money in my shoebox
I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from
money in my shoebox
I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out
Like the brudda from the Boondocks
Beats 1 in my boombox
Still steal meat from
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