Lyrics:
gotta do
Association breeds similarity
That's why I'ma stay with real rich niggas
'til six niggas carry me
Poverty's a mind state
Time wait's for no man
devise
Marching out of our silent demise
Believe
Products of synthetic fragments of life
Molded to be stranded with no goodbye
Changing our story by
BOOM
I'm greeting em'
With a boom
When the saints go marching in
I know the the devil's plans are doomed
He can't block my plan
He know I'm Heaven sent
on the road to Zion, man (yeah, yeah)
Been waiting to do this track with you man, yeah
Haha, yeah, yeah (you know), they know
You got to keep on walking
It's about time
Game me aaya wapas
Kala 7 saal Guna shraapit
Vaapsi shit
89 gang marching
Back with an ego
High on margins
Chahiye ab gaddi
cur
rosy man
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
the beat up im on that one time
Whole gang marching with them sticks like it's drumline
Listen to this shxt beat yo ass with these punchlines
I gotta 30
I'm a dry shite I hate going outside
I'd rather be back at home watching nationwide
The door to the pub opens with a sneer
As the big man himself has
The man the music the making the king
Constantly builded by me
A million men marching like Calling them the king kong
The verse making the world sing
My
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
you gettin' into tonight, man?
Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club
Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man
I think I'm with that,
of the deceased - cadavers marching side by side
The night of the deceased - by mans creations we shall die
Planet earth our battlefield the warm blood it stains
I'd be marching with them to the black lands
Of the living dead
Blackheath
Nothing goes on here
Blackheath
Nothing grows on here
Blackheath
Only
on the road to Zion, man (yeah, yeah)
Been waiting to do this track with you man, yeah
Haha, yeah, yeah (you know), they know
You got to keep on walking
gangster niggas talkin' cryptocurrency
I had faith in my dawg, but what that earned me?
Disloyalty, I hate it with a passion
That was my nigga, but he
I'm up and dressed at 6AM with two young mouths to feed
I drop them at the sitter's house, then it's off to the factory
And late tonight I'll watch
That bih met let her man go
Done put them all all in the friend zone
She a groupie so I put her in the fan zone
YSL what I'm rocking I got bands ho
my stick, drumline, I eat it good, lunchtime
She tough with a, soft side, we don't play games but All Eyes
Be on you when you, walk by, I squeeze your
Yeah!
Read the news in the talking leaves
About some red-skinned woman who was weak at the knees
For a blue-collared man with a six
I ain't tryna take your man but I will if I want to
Ain't no Jet Li kicking it with the kung-fu
Marching to my own beat hitting 'em with the one two
Colorado passes by like writing on a wall
Headed Eastward down to New Orleans
Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out
But there's still
This senseless killing
Ban the gun
It's time to right this wrong
Down in Parkland, Florida
A high school in a safe town
Torn apart by a young man
Angry
as a cherry pie
Woah, see I'm terrified
Crucifix heavy, who gon' carry mine?
Yeah, what's with all this talk about Hell and Satan
And sleep deprevation
If this
eyes same color as a cherry pie
Woah, see I'm terrified
Crucifix heavy, who gon' carry mine?
Yeah, what's with all this talk about Hell and Satan
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