Lyrics:
Welcome to my world, visions like my mind
On a thin wire, struggle but I'm here
Still high like it's no fear, tip toe
Like a ballerina, you can't see
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
Oh, I'll tell it to you now
Oh, I'll tell it from the top of my heart
And what difference does it make
If the world is a mess
If the world is a mess
Oh, I'll tell it to you now
Oh, I'll tell it from the top of my heart
And what difference does it make
If the world is a mess
If the world is a mess
Ye i been thinking
Thinking of which way to make a differences
Ye i been sipping
Mixing up that portion i hope it kills me
Yea
Geez
Switched
Your fucking granny buzzing
She sent me a text saying that she's late
Fuck it man it's time to
Make my great escape
No boo, no boo, no boo, no boo, no
Money appeared now they magically foe
Honestly really can't pay it no mind
Because spending that time means I'd rather be broke
I'm out here living my
to blow the dust off
Now what's what?
The flow's too skippy, no hopscotch
You know I hot-step
Through hell and burn my own socks off
Make it bang
I went on my own to
Jamaica, to Bob Marley's old studio
And sang of a lovely, doomed young friend:
"Fatima Fatima, I'm in America
I make rhymes and I
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
Smoking on an instagram pic, No filter
I be going brick by brick
Listening to B.O.B, No builder
Getting waved in one of the ways
To make that magic
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
Well yes siree now Bob them there's the breaks
That s how it is my friend don't make no mistake
Man has to watch the weather and the food that he
change can make a big difference
But change it starts with yourself
God said if you help yourself then i will help
So if you look deep down inside
brain and then you ascend
Manifesting through the pen
I paint a picture vivid as Picasso
My violet vibrato
Now y'all go let bob know
This no genre shit
I
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
What's the difference?
Flashing white lights blind
Snap a finger make them disappear
It was written we would love and obey
Like a well worn
cut class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em
Ladies and gentlemen
It's now the time
For the Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five MC's!
We're coming, we're coming, we're coming
WE'RE
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
a difference
Everything I preach I went through If you listen to what I speak
You won't have similar issues I guess it all depends if you bullshit too
No
Consequences, everyone makes mistakes (uh)
The difference between today and tomorrow (is what?) Is your faith
It's gruesome out here, and it's spooky, ugly,
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