Lyrics:
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Richard Mille cost a Lambo (that's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest bitches on commando (salute)
Every time I'm in my trap, I move like Rambo
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
like a anchor line
My bloodline from ancient times
Smokin' weed by the ancient mine
You niggas funny like Richard Pryor
My shit cray, it get you high
shit
This that category 5, this that quake, bitch
See I'm so funked out, like out of here
Like blue lights in the basement
And it's a red state, in
morning
I'm the beautiful fiery Truth of Richard Pryor
and the communal Wisdom of Baba Gregory
I am Frederick Douglass with a Kangol slightly tilted
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
Grant Hill
But I still feel like Phil
I'm on that zen ting
Feel like I just won my 10th ring i'm on
I could shoot the sun into a wedding ring
From half
enough to plan a richard mille purchase
After my parents start living large
I'm too cool but i still fire folks mid-winter
My neck way colder than
or Marx
Simply confirms the oppression.
I'm tired of political experts,
Tired of 'if onlys'.
They have always been the same people,
Grey visionless
DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead!
MORTICIAN: What?
CUSTOMER: Nothing -- here's your nine pence.
DEAD PERSON: I'm not dead!
MORTICIAN: Here -- he says he's
be
[01:00:00] E get as e be o
[01:11:00] Mehn they wan start o
[01:14:00] Everybody on my neck, move back o
[01:16:00] I'm still here, so you better
no more like a dead plant they hard to please
My bands blue like a nebula but I still be out here living cheap
My dedication got my music here come
I'm Karl Marx to you heathens
Allah got me through seasons
And y'all wouldn't believe it
We all racing to eden
That God place like a beacon
The raw
When Karl Marx was a boy
He took a hard look around
He saw people were starving all over the place
While others were painting the town
The public
Quarter mill I'm tryna spend up on a Richard mill
100 k I think I owe it to my lawyer still
Spilt a cup of activist call it a oil spill
Riding
right here waiting on you with some open arms
Come to me, I’ll be your Richard Marx n Journey to the sun
‘Cause I know the way you vibe
‘Cause I been been
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
and ain't never sold dope
My niggas doin' fed time and I'm just here to give 'em hope (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I brung a hundred grams of tan, Gotti ain't think I
when you makin' the shot
It's still a miss to me (Yeah)
I'm CT fletcher, mixed with a little Mr t
(Uh, huh) you on The Shade Room just hoping
That you
Started talkin to them porch lights
She got a nigga
But she still gon' fuck me 'cause I'm rich
Don't let your pride get in the way
Made it from by the gas
neck, the charm a hockey puck
I just ordered ten racks ones, and I throwed it up
Been ballin' for like ten summers, I'm still goin' up
I just showed
Richard Mill', baguettes on it, we got lots of diamonds
When I'm in that Maybach, that bitch pull up, suck my privates
I done bought the whole Chanel, I
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