Lyrics:
the blinds shut block the rays
There's no such thing as a brighten day
Nothing to heighten just rot away
You'll starve to death but you'll be ok
Yea I got paid
shut block the rays
There's no such thing as a brighten day
Nothing to heighten just rot away
You'll starve to death but you'll be ok
Yea I got paid just
have to buss all through them haters,
I'mma be the soul of a newer creation, I'mma be inspired by new innovations,
I'mma have the crowd filled standing
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
on comin' out
Love for my dawgs, yeah we grew up by 104
No one was there when I said that I needed more
Wanna be different they told me to pave the way
So I
like hulk hogan
Her last Nicca was bogus
Got to stay with the money
before she make me lose my focus
before she make me lose my focus
I don't wanna be
I need and I'ma tell her one time
One time, one time
Give you everything you need down to my last dime
She makes me happy
I know where I'll be
don't want to be last
I just want to be present and not surpassed by my own failings as a sinner to weep and nash teeth
So to those who are
of pain, no strife in vain Land is in sight, new hope will rise
Don’t be afraid – I’m by your side So strong in mind, we’ll take their hearts by storm
Uh golden child or chosen child know I'll be here for a while
Even when I had my doubts when everything was headed south
Yeah maintaining my relevance
the silence be so loud it levitates
The sound of the evening relating
To the leaves and after I fall I get carried
By the breeze and so brazen the days end
it twisted, we some killers like we serial (pop, pop)
I'm the G.O.A.T., but it's ostrich by material
I know you won't, but I be cautious when I'm
by what I've done
The illusion that I'm free
"Chosen, set aside, marked by maker's hand
An iron wall, a voice unheard, prophet to a dying land
"I will
Prepare yourself – for the redeeming angel
Give us shelter under – your blue shiny wings
At Last the day will come – we will be strong enough and able
whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out
whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
I'm ahead of my class fucker
And I only serve a bitch once so they treat my dick like the Last Supper
Niggaz callin out
happens to these stars and their big brains
First they get played, like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be okay
Then you get dissed by
Who knew I thought u were the one
Given the chance like the chosen one
You’ve given up
Last few years you ain’t been around
Days go by I don’t hear
I was chosen
Gotta show the haters
What I am made of
My teammate Ballin out
He said you better run
Chase that shot
Block it like James
Jump so high
speechless!
Trabea - Chosen by the gods
Porta - A veil of knowledge
Egeria - My celestial consort!
As the king confirmed on the Tarpeian hill
As pontiff
8 9
You could see the traits of the chosen one, holy one
Meditatin in the Sedona sun, it’s over son
I’m gettin high off my own third eye
Keep it real
alive and breathing so well
Why am I left here with no one else
Why was I chosen to be last
Longing for the past
I hoped for some meaning
Life's no longer
Brave hearts filled with pride
Waiting on the other side
With fallen heroes proud
Pounding on their final ride
By the last warhorn's sound
The snow turned
the chosen one
To overcome these odds, he said
Keep doing ya thing, I promise ya city be up on da map
Last night I was a legend,
Tonight I feel like
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