Lyrics:
how to love and give all praises to our maker till the earth fall,
Then mama married a muslim when I was 12 and that transition was the worst y'all,
I
I was 16 when I started off in the Lionz Den
I was rhyming against a nigga twice my
Age but I was fire then
Before you, Yung I I I
Cortez even Rich
You'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you want to
Not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
Till your remains is in a urn on top
you'll be six feet deep in one of them boxes if you want to
not me, I squeeze the clips drop from the handle
till your remains is in a urn on top
Heaven and hell is on earth
Heaven and hell is on earth
Who gives a damn about me?
(Huh?) Me (what?), me, yeah, little old
they never died
They live inside as I walk around the sun one more time
And figure out a way to leave a little more space in between my rhymes
We have
a leader rises
While I walk the Earth
I always will be there for you
Forever my rebirth
You are the one, my legacy
As you walk the Earth
You have
Hailie baby, your daddy's busy
Daddy's writing a song, this song ain't gon' write itself
I give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself"
Then
yeah
Little by little, gonna get it, I swear
One more piece of the puzzle, I'm there
Yeah
Gotta get lucky, gotta get that done
Little bit of luck
Chopping down tons of trees
Got seas of print not a soul can read say
Why do I drown you build brick boxes
One by one now they block my sun
But it's
don't sleep on it
Knife wounds to the back, throw cuts to a savage, by high noon it's a wrap
Fuck it was a little more baggage, wish I was a little more
the fifth eat shit, you'll step off
Six is your beatdown, your title is seven
Takin out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelveth I go for self
than an icebox
Crushed Thor's hammer then she knocked
Him off the Bifrost stranded on Sakaar
Thor is taken by a Valkyrie
And forced to fight the Hulk
It is sad to think that the first few
People on earth needed no books, movies
Games or music to inspire
Cold-blooded murder the day
That Cain bashed
now can you dig it?
Let me walk you little kiddies through my school days
Sunday night I hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll go Tuesday
Doomsday,
the blackest truck
Your like the L.A. Clippers, you fuckin' suck
Smack ol' ladies out they rockin' chair
Walk this earth withoutta damn care
Jack your car
I came in this bitch my name is droplet
Making these bands just so I can deposit
Off off this earth like I am a prophet
Flipin them packs just
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
to me
They only see what they wanna see, man
They're half blind collect the bag
Already tell you I should half mine
Chattin' to my little nigga by
the wind
To make the earth go round
As I spin on my hand
As I’m stripping the hip hop game
Never done another dirty
But been done dirty by another
Some
my eyes, i'm 'bout to dig up
My little brother's body
In the graveyard, I'm trippin' real hard
Hop the fence with a shovel in my hand
Walk silently
shower
I don't care about you fake niggas
I don't fuck with none of y'all
Bitch I'll take your boxes
All I need is one phone call
Shout to my nigga name
desert dust
Because there's just aint no more water
Because brown never did let drop reach the end of the cheek
Before it got wiped away
By the hand
block
But we do what we do cause we ain't got a lot
And you might get shot if your tounges not watched
Casue dudes walk around with hand cannons in their
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