Lyrics:
strapped your honor new mac, my armor
Point blank, catch in my bulletproof persona
New version of Dahmer pussy eating Piranha
My tongue touch your flesh
Your
know I'll never be
Til I'm with you in Heaven where I'll forever be
So help me Jesus, awaken and release us
From watered down versions of your Word that
a Heaven and Hеll guy
But like to think that there'd
Be consequences when you
Make all of your money off of demons
But it seems in this land that’s
What gets
running game
But I'm not even tryna play
Posting you up on my story
Putting you all on display
She a lil' version of me
She always tryna make a play
She
Beat your face in and
Have you looking like Van Exel
Ew! I be getting ugly on the beat
And I didn't even sign my deal
I'm getting money on these
Streets
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
want war?
You and your boys can bring the noise
But I'm a bring hand grenades, now you're laid!
Pull out my dick, piss on your bitch-ass
Sit
like
I'm 12 feet tall, every hour
I'm real fast, supersonic
Brace yourself, orthodon'tics
Orthopedics, I collect, your bones
If I need it mars Venus,
ground, my fangs are ground
By the system and people
Lies, lies, all the lies of the grownups
Now I talk like them
Hey kid, I'm your last version
amount
Of money that someone
Can give you to make you not be creative
If you were born to create so a lot
Of times people try to block
You, block your
of 17 holdin
More than 40 rounds my body swollen
Im holdin how?
No marching out
And Heaven mama and Wanisha
The only calls going out (thank you)
I
styles so D.E.A.D
funny.
hoes tryna take me for my money
ran up the views attention hungry
I'm far ahead you tripped you're clumsy
must have hit your head
but I'm sure I'd feel more empty[02:36.50]So whatcha gonna do with your time[02:41.65]Are you gonna let it pass you by[02:47.46]I know it comes and goes
me.
(No Way) And y'all don't want to zone me
(Want it your way) So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in my life how I live it
And whips I be whippin',
Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you made
All the watered down pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn,
difficulty of the valley (where do I stand?)
01:12.329你站哪兒一邊Where are you on your side
01:14.368我站你這邊 你站他這邊I'm on your side, you're on his side
Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars, let me say my piece
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these
gotta dig, dig, dig, dig for your dinner,
Never was a money tree.
And furthermore, my friends, I must repeat,
Nobody's livin' down on Easy Street;
comin', yeah
The bitches know how I'm comin'
(Why they call you Tony?)
'Cause I pop shit by my lonely
Pocket full of Crip, blue hunnids, yeah
Money got
different versions
Literally
That's how it's meant to be
I was blind, but now I can see
My arms were tied, but I been set free
Let's talk about ties
I'm
hit by Houston friends like "Do you remember me?"
Some version, I guess
(Dude, oh my god, just, just fuckin')
Tell me what you want about your brand,
majesty[02:15.32]And I'm rolling with the Calvary[02:17.04]With a woman with a ass like a horse[02:19.12]Heard her ex man he historic[02:20.88]She just wanna fuck
somewhere with somebody new
Am i a fool talking to the moon
Hanging by a thread with each word that you say
Cause i'm falling for you every day
And i'm hoping
'Cause I will know where I'm headed, 'cause I'm so tired of the sufferin'
I stand before you, a weakened version of, your reflection
Beggin' for
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