Lyrics:
power gon’ go to they dome
Now they comin’ gunning for you at your home
Tryna push you the fuck up off of your thrown
This world is owned by pistol
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
on the screen
Comin' straight home to me
'Cause karma is my boyfriend (karma is my boyfriend)
Karma is a god (damn)
Karma is the breeze in my hair
the drawer then
Cause I ain't comin' home, I don't need that attention, see
I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
I
might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
I could be the one to take you home
Baby, we could rock the night alone
If we never get
Ballerina
Dance until the sun is a comin’ on
My Naked Ballerina
Baby, make me better at least for two songs
My Naked Ballerina
Shake until my memory
(Alan Rose)
One day the train was passin'
I caught it comin' by
To look this old world over under God's blue sky
My darlin' stood there weepin'
fingers are sore
But Mama, I don't care about no household chores
Baby, mama, Lord I'm a comin' home
Woman, you been sleepin' in the middle of the bed
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
and envy comin from my enemies
While I'm sippin on Re-mi
in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam
Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome
As we head up
see it'd be
Twenty-two or so, older soldier on my team
I put you in my video
And give you plenty of dough
By my hotel room, Four fifty four
Hope that
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Said that Ima take what I want
Better get my money, I don't really wanna front
Keep the commas comin to my spot in the lumps
Check it, its a glock
my smoke I'm in my moment tonight
And baby girl I want you right by my side
Feelin' my vibe
Comin' alive
Gettin' so high
You on my mind
Girl your lips
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
face down
Hoodie gang strong like Trayvon
Gun by the window like Detroit Red
Bring that shit by the neck of my woods
And bet a nigga ass end up dead
It'll be fine by dusk light, I'm tellin' you, baby
These things, they eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy
But when you place your
a bitch
Shit I was lackin' at the stoke, but I'ma catch him on the flip
Play a bop just like the baby, I kill him off the rip
Tell my bitch I'm comin' home
there when I got home
So when I get to Cleveland
I'm gonna head back south
The light keeps comin' on
I got water in the fuel
My brakes are gone
I
If you on da corner you a goner home and man up
This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side
A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side
Now if ya want
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
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