Lyrics:
[Intro]
Just let the pigeons loose let the games begin Tone
Must be crazy, ay yo Sin, what's up Capone?
I created this motherfucker
[Verse 1]
Let me
[Intro]
Just let the pigeons loose let the games begin Tone
Must be crazy, ay yo Sin, what's up Capone?
I created this motherfucker
[Verse 1]
Let me
I will follow him, follow him wherever he may go
There isn't an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep me away
I must follow him
Ever
whack
Nah...not me
Yeah, keep it Cleveland right here man..holla at me..
[Ray Cash]
To all the killas and the hundred dollar billas
Like to welcome
great living up here
If you want my opinion
#Take a look around you at the World we've used to know
Does it seem to be mutch more than a creazy circus
see your flow it can't be found
But now they're now they're noticing
But not enough to hand my notice in
But now they see the vision got em focusing
you're dead
cny living plenty giving many tripping must get led
Word gets read Yeshuas Troops be on it join us doc
Once you hit that bottom then you'll
(to have this shit like this, cause ain't nobody got it like this)
(All these motherfuckers want to be like us, they all want to be like us)
(To be
a money race
It won't be an issue if you come in first place
Give it to him in the worst way
Finesse the plug with a fade away
I bought my diamonds from
'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna be greedy
'Cause the salt might make you choke
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one
'Cause I don't wanna
Are all inhabited by slowly-aging
'very hip young people',
They appear to be casting
Sinister glances toward him
Through their glinting acid burn-
Out
somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it
shortied him up
When it comes to these beats
I be floyding them up
I keep a dog when shit get rough
The road to success
It stinks but it's a must
Yeezy 500's
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look
Boy, we jackin' war, we ain't jackin' beef
Niggas wanna fight, put him in the sheets
.30 got the ray
what? What? What?)
Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor (what? Say word, word)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga (Nigga)
They try to play him
better keep that helmet on, I'm like, "Whatever, truck 'em"
I get high all day to fight the same devils, I must be stuck with 'em
They like, "Damn
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
decide
Just to do it 'cause it's right
That's when you become a point of light
There is a darkness that everyone must face
It wants to take what's
mainline
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like Sister Ray said
Live it on
Rosey and Miss Rayon
They're
of everything
because this is the biggest damn story in human history
and it's simply this: You are not alone and you have never been alone
Bobby Ray, Bandz
dat, looka dat
He's just as proud as he can be of his anatomy
He gun give us a peek
Oh, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
(Looka
to the cremation which was rejected by him
Wants to be submitted all rotten, he believes it's gon' inject elation
His skeleton's smile is better than what pretty
ever gonna continue painting the caterpillar?
It'll be a butterfly by the time you're back to get finished
Ha
And you hate on my shows
But you watch them
We must be sure that we to give thanks to him, (we won't ever, never never never forget it Jesus)
for those chilly nights he holds us, and caresses
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