Lyrics:
make it known
How you think I got the name Satan stone
I was raising hell
Built for this since the age of 12
Say my name it'll ring a bell
Beat my chest
three
Come with my first diddy-deed
[ Brother J ]
1-2, 1-2
Hm... F.T.P., F.T.P.
Same old gee with the same strategy
See a [edited] em on down
I write tall tales
But at least I'm honest
I sell broken people sticks and stones
Consequences are the one and only thing I own
I'm a hack-fraud,
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
wreckage
Check it
I'ma waste you the chemicals will lace you
My rep keeps growing like Emma Stone's face do
You recently decent I've been a beast every
tattoo
Get you slapped by dat dude
Get you shot by dat fool
Get you lined by dat bitch
You get money mad rich
But yo mind state average
I let my
We don't play by no rules, yea, yea, yea
We don't play by no rules, yea, yea, yea
Yea, yea, yea
Vroom zoom zoom
Trapped inside a blizzard storm
hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty
like I do this all the time
11. I just want you, so I hope this ain’t a crime
12. Couldn’t let you pass me by, knew I would regret it
13. Had to put my
One thing that's worrying me
Social insecurity
Just who is going to pay for me?
What we need what we need whatwha what we really need
Whatwa what
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
the things that I say/28
Stu Stu Stuck in my head and my ways/29
Struck by lust and the way that she glare/30
Getting double vision cuz I’m feeling unaware/ 31
it
Gotta get up outta here I grab my thing and vanish
Don't know how I'm holding on, but I manage
Hanging on by a thread
But I manage it
Left me
They don't wanna see me win
I be chilling in the studio with Since 12 and Grim
I be working in the music and I'm working in the gym
And I knew my homie
sneaky links so I can kick it with you
I done upgraded my car to V12 to ride it with you
You tell me that you love me, but youn seem to understand it
I
Hardcore country
Back woods or uptown
Hardcore country
Rockin' your world with a thrill billy sound
Hills and stones
Junior and jones
One thing I
name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No nigga can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking
Celebrate hate when I say
How many can say that they've fallen love
How many claim that those emotions turn to stone with a drug
Addicted to letting myself
But I had to go and get it
Even if I'm on my own
Work my fingers to the bone
Until I cash the golden ticket
I'm writing songs right by the phone turning
them with open arms[02:20.51]I am cursed in this repeating, neverending nightmare[02:23.67]Trying to push the same stone up the same hill, day by day,
I only see the money surrounded by these bitches
Smokin' on this killa ridin' to my engine T-top soft
I'm wildin' gettin' paper on these niggas
likeness set in stone
What does that make me?
I'm not in the swing of things
But what I really mean is
Not in the swing of things yet
I'm not in the swing
because of righteous things we have done
But because of his mercy he saved us through the washing of
Rebirth and renewal by the Holy spirit whom he poured
the things you're meant to avoid[00:28.12]In the early stages of interaction[00:30.96]Day one about religion, politics and the intricacies of that Oscars
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