Lyrics:
a plot
Ohh-No-no-nooo
Time come and talk to me
Take time when you come walk with me
Blind sided by the beauty you see
Ahh
Gotta work like it's my prophecy
to choose the version
The system we are living in is their legislation
Now who you gonna trust for your information?
Most media is owned by one corporation
Numbers don't, I see that
Now these bitches say they love me
But they just obsessed with the image
You know what I been on
You know where I be
Cruising dogs in that Monte Carlo
Cruising 12 pull up on the other side
Cruising I'm a continue to ride
Cruising go ahead let em drive by
Riding slow baby
on the dick that's bananas
3 hoes in the back saying slay I'm like Santa
With a girl named Maria no Carlos Santana
With a girl named Maria no Carlos Santana
the prophecy fulfill
You don't get to see me
I don't get to see you
That's hell of a deal
You know that it's true
You don't get to see me
I don't get to see
Blow indo out tha window, of my Limo
Sleepin, with my heat in my pillow
I really don't give a damn, who you are
Understand that you dealin wif a shootin
of it don’t it’s golden
Hence the slogan heart my sleeve broken
I put it back with yours when I rap provoke them
Pump it through the tracks leave them
be the best version of me
Mama don't you see
Honestly, this been my dream since 17
I'm Martin Luther King
With a global reach
But you can't kill
by the gram
Freddie, I'm a killer queen, you lather me in kerosene
I think I need a quarantine 'cause I'm a walking Halloween
I read it in
Hidden from the world
I'm one now with the bushes
Behind all of the leaves
I don't want to be seen
Too afraid of how they'll react
Not sure of what
muster, nothing that we can change
Admitting that we're imperfect, offending God with our games
Look I'm just being honest so don't take me for no lame
I
steady smokin' fry
So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die
Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint
So don't think that it's shit cause
motherfuckers die
Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint
So don't think that it's shit cause niggero it ain't
Shit to break 'em off I'm breakin' 'em
motherfuckers die
Fuckin' with my family you dick
Is in the paint
So don't think that it's shit
Cause niggero it ain't
Shit to break 'em off I'm
Breakin' 'em off
the same pair just a different version ‘cause God forbid I put some effort in
It would be nice if I wasn’t filled with doubt
Oh I can’t help feel that I’ve
I feel like you just don’t know
All those nights I cried alone
I feel like you can’t forgive
A version of myself that no longer exists
But that’s
You wanna know something
Don't let anyone stop you from having fun
Hahaha
(Space Junior you're crazy)
Hometown hero I won the war now I have the key
to dig my own grave
Somethin' wrong with my brain
You could call it self-sabotage
It's a self-fulfillin' prophecy
I know I'm gonna fuck it up with you
only escape
Me and my automobile's got these neighbors screaming, "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad
only escape
Me and my automobile's got these neighbors screaming, "Gimme a break!"
It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses
Don't be mad
no one there by your side?
Now with so many of them out there
So many versions of you
Do they all get a piece of me
From the memories you let go?
Devised as fighters against the wrong
Riding our special horses
Funded and supported by royal decrees
And don't forget radical greed
Butchering,
[Killah Priest]
The prophecies of a poor man end on a train
Take his last breath
Slumps over drops his last bit of change
A mother pacing by her
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