Lyrics:
levitate when I elevate
My mind, in the lovely place called the Golden State
By way of LA but yo! Just wait
Who else could I be but emcee ELIMN8
Here
the howl
Free the owl my own grave digger
I feel unsafe inside my body maybe I'm just traumatized
Woke up with a black eyed blonde bitch and you know she
and humble way
I'm a gambling man by nature
Pissed my money all away
Old Black Coat's outside knocking
He's unlocking my front door
His hour glass has run
the settings
I ain't wanna get it at first, but now I get it
My momma passed for ten years I couldn't shake it
I'm a black hole 'cause of these choices I been
So self-made
Shout-out my Crenshaw niggas
Them down-south niggas
Yeah
I pray I never die a broke nigga
Terrell Owens, owing all the dope
rhyme
But by the end of it, y'all niggas is gon' be like, "Yo, X ripped it"
Did my thing as usual it's never gon' stop
Them cats can't be for real, I
and gown
Uh, groovy style
No Black & Mild, just weed and brews
Weed and brews movie shoes just the two
That’s the peace black Hippy
Peace
Bruises on my knees won't pray any longer
Sneaking out, quiet, lone & somber
Murder on my mind, got not time to wander
Pretty face, fire from hell I
for a while, look, my style is anonymous (Anonymous)
Pound for a pound of piff, smile cuz I'm drownin' it
You's a fake G like a thousand in counterfeits
"None of that's true"
We do it not you
That' why I got you
Stuck on
To my style like glue!
The crew
Definitely is back again
But I'm
on my hip line
Ready to rock and roll off my style
Gun a nigga down then I
Stroll off i don't do
The shooting my niggas will drop the load off
(The Goons)
motorola cell
Baggin up my work while In smoking a fat l
Got a shorty on the way from outta town wit a box of black bags
So I can bag up the 20s of the hell
at night, when the doorman says "bye"
In black and white
Hungry and fuzzy eyed
We hit those city lights
It's such an awesome view
You're dazzling reflection
of the class Cas is on
Some whole new shit than you bastards on
Bitten my old style while smash was gone
My infallible flows will swallow you wholes
Rappin bout
[Hook]
Make me smile
I’ll make you smile
Walk the mile
I’ll walk the mile
My drip rain down
Like my style
I see sunshine all around
Hit my dance get
They don't know that I'm over you
That tingling down my spine whenever you would come around
Don't know that I'm over you
See anyone can tell just by
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
dope boys (Dope boys)
Baptized by the dope boys, ordained by the assholes
My salvation is the cash flow
Whoa, oh
I'm walking on air
I'm talking big
veins
Photoshoot style old smiles but a boy in pain
I'm so lit that it hurts
It fucking burns my skin
I was born away and if I
Lose I die get born again
nameless hurricane of 35
I lay awake
Renaming stars
The Sound flat and black as a boulevard
Matthew for my dad
Hollowed out by hate
Hell is the truth seen
bagion mistreated
Defeated, over powered by the conjegation
Now I face life thru mental death
Havin black outs, visions of the Earth before my day
on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat
way out likt the crew
on Star Trek
Yeah, I keep my style Black like Panthers, with women more fat than
Samathas
Damn, this don't make no F in' sense,
by sin
I got my first gold front from Ben
Eighty-nine, I was into Rakim
For dropping gems
Most niggas learned a lot from him
Grandma used to cook with
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