Lyrics:
could freeze Snow White
Don't get geek'd she a freak but bring me peace in life
I keep it frank we by the ocean and her jeans off white
She gave me head
and tired)
Baptized in the fire like Richard Pryor (Baptized in the fire)
I'm sick of bein' tired, tired of bein' sick (You don't know my story)
That's
wouldn't be possible
Oh yeah, your mom called and said, you guys should take a nap
To Sacramento, BMD and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada.
I gotta say thank
wouldn't be possible
Oh yeah, your mom called and said, you guys should take a nap
To Sacramento, BMD and Danny Lovitz out in Arcada
I gotta say thank
been makin' peace
With the fact black bodies are worth more if they're deceased
I'm trapped in a nine-by-twelve, awaitin' our release
Not takin' it
complexions fade (yugh)
White on white that's the tester
Black on black that's the Tesla
See these diamonds in this watch face?
All that shit came from
heard real recognise real
That's why they feel kid
Grew up round them plugs
You ain't middle manning shit
I made more then your phone
Just by kicking
Taught em more metaphors that's better than yours to porch monkeys who were originally corporate flunky's who work in the modern field for evil money.
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
Tale of the physical trait
Intoxicated by the bomb as I start to sedate
Your mainframe
All speaking on running this thang
Five J's in the house
is still a lie damn
Yeah huh
Now we living in a different world 2 faces
Tripping cuz the world is cruel 2 prayers
Shifting my soul growing old 2 places
passes by, but ?one convinced?
It makes no sense, cross ya heart, don't hope to die
You can climb into the sky, life is only ?high nuclei? in ya mind
are heartless
Absolving artists, through ya fire and sparklers
Drag him down, in the tabernacle by his Adam's apple!
And suddenly, the angels,
Fascinated by the leading lady
Richard Curtis
Is this actually how love's supposed to be?
Because somehow I've been getting my lines all wrong
Making
Send a fuck nigga down, he got hit with a drake
He throw up a deuce, he get shot in the face
How the fuck is he gangsta he chat on the net
He 62K
in dingers, got corn for your niggas
By the time the gang gang pull up and shoot-shoot, you gon' fall on your nigga
And I'ma just pour up, p-pour up,
Encephalopod, back for revenge,
Seeks his vengeance from the deep end
This is Richard Roper from "Channel Kajunga News"
We are today in an ex-suburban area
out in the accord
And don't ask me what we scored
A fiend
Would even tell you sorry
I fiend
To hold your heart and stroke it
A Queen
Don't even tell
where they stuck in ghetto
Im from the nine where they shoot at your taco
I want that new richard mille for today
I want that Patek philippe for tomorrow
on I gotta keep my richard at all times
Why the fuck you had to thot around
Why the fuck niggas can't be trusted no more
Same niggas in your squad be
in one day
Just to show you my pace,
That ain't no slap to the face,
That's just some shit to embrace
Got me some bread and I switch up the taste, know
thing crossin' my mind is them M's Anything else ain't excitin' me
I'm by my business and I'm by my bag I don't need nobody copyin
We get it jumpin'
Made her fall in love now she stealing all my sweaters
Bought a Richard Millie and i put it on my wrist uh
Right cross, left hook, I'll hit you with my
aim at temples
Headhunter boy i'm coming till i'm on top
Got my chains in her face cause i'm on top
For the streets ima hit her till the call drop
Bad
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