Lyrics:
found my hand is holding yours
Do you wanna go home so soon?
Or maybe we should take a ride through the night
And sing along to every song that's
Uh, I mean, damn, me and you, forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (understand)
I'll die for 'em, gimme
I'm sorry daddy I slept with an older man"
He said, "Don't worry. The 45 is in my hand.
I'll be there before you count to four."
One two
our paths died
Baptized in your eyes then I ask god
If I gave her my all
What I have now?
Smino and leisure
Damn she a pleaser
Let's call her Anita
girl, you need you some butter
She said, she said, "Nobody got a booty like mine"
I said, "You're right, your booty's my lifeline"
In my life I try
your life
Like the purge
You feel me
Ayo J you ready bro
Of course
Ight say that
I'm in a Brooklyn mode
Niggas is killing like ppl are zombies
(Talk
down, I’m sick of the fraud
I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage
we all know your last name is what got you a job
you use to put together gimmicks
11:30
Today, I will encircle the immovable walls in my life, and by my faith those walls will fall down
Hebrews 11:31
Today, like Rahab, I will receive
lists
Beat it, sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier yappin' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if
Of your own stickiness
Jerking off to your own tweets
IPhone on the shitter
While you insult everybody else for
What they write on Twitter
My delivery is
to the head
My nerves is shot, my paces is short, I dump in your head
I'm the hardest nigga out you outta know it by now
I'm the nigga that they talk about
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
and
Yawn and stretch and my life is a mess and
If I never make it home today, God bless
Fumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup
desire
Cause I used to sing in the choir now I'm esquire
Buried like a seed I germinate like a sequoia
Life is a journey
It's a journey it's a journey
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
is packed, he got the mic in his hand
Brooklyn's ready Uptown's in the house
Kenny drops the beat and we turn the party out
That's it! None
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
You can be at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, what should I write next?
at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you
sound choked with the next man's style
Between your teeth tongue and throat like
Got to wash your mouth out with soap
My penstroke, is leavin' other
received
And I'm singing in Jerusalem's Choir
Oh, good Lord when my time's at hand
Carry me home up to the promised land
I want to play in the angel
fucking jazz hands back in your pants and get them shits sliced
Caught the ghost when I was yay high, so today I stay way high
Do not worry about my
played against each other like puppets, swearing you got pull
When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes
Getting knowledge in jail like
Look
Please no photos, while my head in the sand
This life'll cost an arm and leg, that's why I'm resting my hand
And yeah this shit is like a movie,
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