Lyrics:
the catalyst
Of this rappin' shit, and it didn't happen by accident
Y'all summoned me, black sacrament
To murder everyone that ain't rappin' this
With a flow
in my Choo’s
Hugo when I’m robbing, Carlos when I shoot
Aim it at your head, knock you out your boots
Catch you by yourself, yaba daba doo
Yipee-ki yay
bitch nigga.
Shit, commit some robberies and walk-by's.
But you don't want that.
Neither do I, but I will I will
Cause I'm a hustler, hustler.
Tryin' to pay for pussy
But she don't fuck with that
I hit it 'til she hunch her back
She in love with that
It's why she in the kitchen bakin' cookies
many friends by my side, and those who are gone are still with me
It isn't a matter of pride, to kill the dark lord has been written in prophecy
It's
Now my cold heart in a minute will put you To sleep
Will let you hang by your neck like a grape Vine
Hou vas on that minute cause i don't have Time
Ima
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
Damaged oddity bought by Sotheby's
Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy
You can't even spell but you're an "expert" in
cre-atin the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin'
I'm wreckin' nigga whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout,
boy'll bite you
I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to
But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable, I just slap you
Killin'
[Girl] Hey Carlos you got a letter today.
[Carlos] What is this? Some more warrants or some shit.
[Girl] I don't know. It looks like another letter
means I'm really with the bullshit
And I don't waste no time
My time is precious in the bull pit
So get the fuck off of me
I'm fulfillin' this prophecy
up
Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth, when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef, when it
a toothbrush at your crib love
And you ain't gotta wonder whether that's your kid love
Nigga I don't want no bitch from reality shows
Out of touch with
big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time
You do this shit by the month, I switch 'em up by the blunt
So don't be stuntin', respect that chickens
prophecy ain't no stopping me
I'm coming through with the motherfucking shotty
I really don't want to hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D-E-A
hidden from you and me be hidden from them
I'm the beginning
Although its a little bit translated
Written in prophecy by I and I wise man
I discover Lord
on business
But you be on some bullshit
Askin' me where I go, what I do, how I kick it
Won't you get with it baby girl, I don't cheat on you and pull shizz
But still he thought he would send it to she
He sent her the small version of himself
It's 10 pm
She's on the phone with her friend
Talking about her
't believe in fallacies
Write your own prophecy
Chase your dreams
And get it by any means
Never give up
We can do like anything
Been through some wars inside
tore up
With my dogs and locstas, and we all got stock like brokers
Ugh, we don't chase hoes, nah, hoes gon' chase us, yeah
Straight to the condo,
like Socrates with rhyming schemes
There won't be peace 'til I'm deceased, laid easy
I got God with me, His prophecy
He promised me that He would never
they is
The bottom line, ayo, we killin' our kids
Hands like Marciano
Chillin' with my man Carlo, low down
Threw on them butter-colored wallows
I ride into your mind by surprise on phased lasers
cnd slice into your eyes like Bunuel with crazed razors
Cuz yes I am un chien andalous
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