Lyrics:
That the proud will soon be humbled
I've been speaking with the Lord
He said I'm bound to be in trouble with my pride
He said I'm bound to be in trouble
way
I'm tryna chill, tryna keep it real
Put your hands in the air, show me how you feel
Yeah, it's about that time
Headed to the top and I'm 'bout that
have forgotten what I felt for you by now
But I got a part, part of me that's permanently bound to you
I could have walked away
Strong,
Man this industry is fucked it's amazing that anybody makes it
I'm coming for the top spot
I'm heading for your playlist
I'll chop your fucking head
And he doin' this
My name is Marshall
I'm reppin' that motherfuckin' Motor City, bitch
I just turned Slaughterhouse to a quintet
Began
and beyond!)
I rocked for a flock of Chewbacca look-alikes in magic makers
Hermit crabs and New York city sewer alligators
Keep your homily dream out your
I'm askin
No hands windmill
Then freeze like wind chill
Dark Sinatra Uber to the Opera
Salt and peppered the beard I desire
A chick by my side
to the kitchen floor,
Lace 'em up, bar the door
And thank the stars for the roof that's over you.
Chorus
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm
Trump V.O.
I am the least racist person that you have ever meet
Nobody respects women more than I do
Grab ‘em by the pussy
45th President Donald J.
to take back my city
I don't care what I gotta do I'll do it for my city
If that means I gotta get up and go to work
Hit the streets and be the church
I thought contemplating in the rain
That I was bound by my life the same
Don't think you where bound to just live in vain
Think about the life that is
highway bound
For another pretty suicide
I'm highway bound, yeah
I don't know where I'm going
Yeah
I see a face but I can't decide now
If it's real
Numero Uno"
D to the E to the D and a fucking I
Hookers can't walk by because I gotta try
I push up and I prove to skins
To cut that zero for a nigga with
tip
Put my name on that shit
Prod by Musiq
Don't fuck with me dog
My mind is too ruthless
Little unstable
Got A crack in my halo
U can tell that I'm
like i’m heartless Lawless by my heart I can’t change it
As death whispers we pour Liquor I'm on prosecco strictly for my niggas Could never
to your own life
I do that too when I listen to music
That's why I'm doing this for you
And a little bit for me
That's why I'm doing this for you
That's why
a captain save a hoe bitch I'm the villain
Y'all wanna beef with me for what I'm only out here chilling
probably could've made 6 songs today that's how I'm
life
They want me gone but they
don't have a reason why
All this talk and gossip for the net my nigga get yo money right
I'm bound to crash but look I'm
I was a hopper hanging out with hooligans
Used to sleep on the floor we had cold nights
Now I'm thanking God for a new change ...
Crew full of winners
this
And givin' head is like a whale thats usin' a toothpick
Well, I'm in the club for a limited time
Act now and get some action for free-ninety-nine
the ship of fools
Looking for America, coming through your schools
(I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge)
(On another gorgeous sunny Saturday)
that on the outside
Inside I'm one that's searchin' for peace
Right, as we ride deep
And seek holy scriptures, believe
Rollin', nobody knows what it
me
Navy, downloaded by the tidals like Jay-Z
That's a roll offshore like an A.P
Davy, Jones' locker on top of those hoppers off the side of the ship
dang-a-lang
Stop that, cop that, I'm a baller baby
Got the rims that poke out on the prowler baby
I'm the same young cat that dropped the jewels on them
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