Lyrics:
me dead
Bitch I'm high got me dead gone
Mary Jane just gave me top now my head blown
Choppa roar yea that bitch go raw and have yo mans gone
Booga
the tinge in your ear from drinking ginger beer
When it's on loco head gon' lay low
And heat it like beef patty, coco bread kon queso
If you say so lace
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
Alabama at
That's what niggas get for trying to battle rap
Head shot, should be one and down
No drive-by, but we running guns
A nigga walk up to you,
spark, on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphalt, FED UP
Hold ya head up, I'm circlin the block, keep ya eyes up
Wise up
you ever get one of a full head of wisdom
Then the game is in you
It's alright (hmmmm)
Guess what? I was asked by me called God.
Verse 1.
It's amazing
Eh odo yewu
Wetin be the matter
As you dey cry for ma head I dey hope say no be belle whey you carry
Mommy ooouu wunyemo
See I dey love you for
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
I'm about to go crazy on 'em
Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man
One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with
They counted me out, as if God don't
is that some type ugh thing beyond your head[00:24.45]Jesus said to believe[00:26.46]It's not about what you can see[00:27.94]It's about being
that I can say it was found
Keep my head to the sky, no more facing the ground
And this music is my life so I'm praising the crowd
Now everybody put your
Stand firm at the five; here's a star and a shield to support you
at the nine!
[Brother J]
It's like A - D - A - M
Prepare your mind, run tell your
to notice'
The wine was getting low so Mary approached Jesus & told it
You know they low on wine
Jesus asked his moms, "Whose concern is that, yours or mine?
Divine Mother my Divine Mother
When I was with my Guru
And he pointed to the women in the room
And said who are they
And I said they're your devotees
He
I got morphine I got morphine
And it's not just for the feens
Every line I'm putting out
Just enough to feed your need
Keep you coming back
(Why)
For
hit you with the dub
But every night I pray to see, another fu-fu day
Even though sometime I fall off track, tricking with Mary J
Can't I get a piece
Bloody Mary
Creeping Mary
You won't save yourself
There is only my list of honorary
Guests, but they killed by Mary
Bitch I feel like I am Ruby
real
And let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you niggas when you by yourself
We gon' hit
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it
itch
Here's the stitch
Lower your voice and quit
Your complaining, it's a no brainer (Haha)
Where am I taking this? Man I don't know
If I keep
the
King upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands
Above my head, head, head, like Jesus said
I'm
spreadin' holiday fear (look out)
I'm the nightmare before Christmas (yuh)
All them fake spooky girls keep your distance (yuh)
Put your hands together if you
ruined me
Mary J oh, it's just those rainy days, all these drugs still don't take the pain away
Feel like God just tryna take my gang away, I was stuck up
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