Lyrics:
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
You’re not ready for the snow man
You don’t want drama
Trust me, I get hot like lava
So in point in the war
The government want to find out if
I’ve been
That's when the profit is controlled
I seen this before with 2Pac and this is old
Sony recycled Michael with that album and it sold
'Cause fans are really
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
only you did not think me to be a person who has weakness of mind because of old age
They said, By Allah
You are still in your old confusion
Then when
way better when I get to think things through
Have my like that dual screen action that type of thing
Whatever man, you trying to smoke a blunt?
Right
me what ya got
'Cause I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mike
And I am the definite feast delight
I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mike
I am
fucking bag of cheetos
Talking to Anthony, but still talk to me though
Bitch, I'm getting a Hootie song, I'm going back to Fritos
Two thousand and fifteen
meant for this performing
Why
Alright welcome to the album
I realize that maybe I should start by saying I was born may 10, 1999
Just in case you're
shit I ain't done nothin' to 'em
They just mad 'cause when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em
Between me and you, yo you know I run right through 'em
[Bis]
sell my soul or turn pompous
You don't get me get yo Webster
I'm so Tribeca
SoHo trendy
The hobos Fendi and the shoes do match Chyna Whyte is blessed
I
of my old freestyle buddies from Scranton
Called me out and took shots on me
And that's when I just lost it, this unreleased project I was workin' on
I
it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When thirteen-year-olds control
Album on hold, whole word on hold
The crowd is like "ho!", operator's like "hold"
(Please hold)
Man, now ain't that cold?
I'm just trying to talk
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
As I was saying earlier, i create
Like a 3-year-old when you're 3, you
Wake up one morning and say
"I wanna ride a bike" And then the
Next day, you wake
them/
Boundaries,
Don’t call me brother
If I ain’t kend to them/
Morals,
What you do for clout when
They’re trending them?/
Legacy,
When it’s said
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
wonder if they got a heaven for the Convicts
Niggaz doin' life, I saw old men in that bitch
I wish today that the Lord take me away
I'd get to see my
They lucky this ain't the old me
Cause they all would've caught some assault like Shinobi
The flow be so lit, I shine
When I rhyme, it comes with
or
Heaven or hell, wish me well
Deliver us from evil
I ain't ducking I believe in God's grace uh (God's grace God)
This ain't no gospel trap, and we ain't
the nigga, I try to get
a nigga tracks; he ain't hearin my shit. Man for real.
Man my four-year-old son can rap better than that nigga;
man that nigga garbage.
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