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First off let me get some time to thank the Lord
Cause when heaven lost an angel, swear a queen was born
Opened her eyes back in seventy seven
And I

source or a source within in the mistreatment if any of our kings, queens princes or princesses will not be tolerated by nobody not the oppressor

I'm playing games like Chutes and Ladders
I rather puke a donkey's dick than to get hitched!
That's not rocket science-- that's the truth of matters!

but it ain't the world to me

Ho don't test me cause I'm wit it
Got my bag
Don't get it twisted
My presence leaving you offended
Can't stand to see my

but it ain't the world to me

Seven dollars
Chicken Biscuit
Got my bag
Don't get it twisted
My presence leavin you offended
Cant stand to see my

Slow down whatcha think
Sipping on a lil brown bottle out the sink
Y'all smoke sour, I stay smoke sweet
'Til I'm all crowned like "Yo, where

stop it
Make me feel like hoppin' moons, catch my cruisin' in my rocket
It's one piece of advice that I always take for granted
The world is there for

A prospector's goal is to show the world his gold
The only best actors know to win the gold they play the world
It's a shame game with an A-Name taking all

exotic cars sold by someone who don’t even like you

Just business to them and should be buying acers of land

Back on topic lyrics rockets I’m the pilot

Hey, Boy 
Tell me you're not the one 
Who does stupid things at the every corner, passing by

Coz I want to know 
Is in the world still exist that

we're all damaged
Come get ravaged by a godless savage

We're built for speed, not built to last
Give me
A sawn-off shotgun and a bottle of Buckfast

We

an interview
So done with that interview, it's stuck in the rear view
You closing all the doors and the windows
Shut out the world when you feel like it
Too full

from grace know how to land
The ways of the world could put you in a trance
For the love of money people do a rain dance
By any means is what they preach

myself / a little more than on Highness phone
All say can you save the Queen / Any dead Beatle has took finer songs
I wore my fashion outfit / while

Beauty queens and baseball teams
Politicians and their wives
Old men sitting on the back of a float
Waiving to the crowd as they roll by

Fourth of July,

touched by an angel Kisses from the queen, the grounds on the beam
Double my dose, I just pop three Final fantasy, pieces of me
I stay gnarly, pure energy

her
Man it's an ice cold world get ya life right
Make a wrong move I take ya queen and ya knight right
Underneath yo chin sleep on me I'll make it sting

heart beat racing, this is crazy, think I'm gonna vomit
I feel alone in this battle, think I'm gonna rocket
Taking off all by myself, just like a fucking

I could name 4,5,6 niggas that keep watching my pockets
(Pocket watchers)
Fuck with me I'll show you my rocket
I'm going so hard I'll never ever stop

follow any way, 
Cuz were all suicidal, 
Just a buncha alcoholics 
Out here turning up the bottle, 
Got the pedal to the medal, 
And I’m going full

drink alcohol
Once read that at the
Local pub bathroom stall
This rhyme comes straight off the taps
How I love the queens? or
Is it the bottle cap
Right?

sleep my nigga 
I ain't cocky bout my path 
That's by no means 
Sugar water babies 
Tryna make it off a hoop dreams 
Poppa was preacher 
Mama was teacher

genuine
Such a sexy ting
I’m like hey girl how you been
Be my queen I’m king
She like nigga wheres my ring
Clap the lights get dim
Now I’m scoring like

is, it is what it is
With a nigga like me, with a nigga like me
I hope you well, i hope you well
I hope you well, i hope you well
And you stay by my