Lyrics:
whip, yeah
Mobbin' in a hoodie like Melo
Come up out that pretty motherfucker like, "hello, Hello"
I will never let you shoot the nose off my Pharaoh,
whip, yeah
Mobbin' in a hoodie like Melo
Come up out that pretty motherfucker like, "hello, Hello"
I will never let you shoot the nose off my Pharaoh,
murder most of these
Dictionary virgins
Software always updating
Everyday to my best version, they hate it
I'm destined for greatness they destined
For
Digital Girl
Girl [X6]
My Digital Girl
The Dream:
Not a day goes by
Shawty, with out you in my mind, shawty
Donna Karen underwear, baby
I wanna see what's
on beamin'
Used to fuck a hoodrat hoe, out on Bemis,
Go ahead and give me a tower and Im'a lean it!!!
Catch me, smoke greener than a Spartan believe it
a vendetta
Get Saddam by any means and make man chedda
In 4 years you grow 600 million
The bush family
Oil tycoons
They're worth billions
You even pissed
nah,
It's just the words to one of them goddamn Marilyn Manson songs,
You know the one
Chorus
You know, every ten years or so our country and some
south
Now it's not even a greet when I see her around
I think she really wanted man I didn't want her man
A couple years ago she hollered man I think it
the junk
Put a sticker on the cover: "X-Rated Funk"
It's just me, you say I won't go far
But I won't stop rapping cause I rap so hard
From here to New
of Shadowboxin'!}
[Chorus x2: Popa Chief]
Do or die, ball or fly
Lintballz always hangin' around tryin' to get high
But fuck sittin' around waitin' on a hook up
It's
it round this time of the year
Moving up from thousandnaires
My version of the streets to blunted fans
I write to inspire one hundred mans
So check it
your boy a hundred k
Shoot this bitch up to the masses a have us straight (Straight)
I make this look easy bitch this ten years straight
You know its
Lemme tell you a little story
Bout a kid by the name of shorty
First six years smooth
Ninety seven begin to worry
Treated sorry
Abused, starved,
I'm being jocked at VMAs
See it matters that you scatter
When I shoot the 45th
Cuz you could get your data spider
Out of your computer chip
How does it
started blackin' out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut ya yakkin' mouth,
'fore I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
never need no other
If you got chills I'll cover
Damn we getting out in here
Working sweating like the summer
Damn it's been another year
And I still
we shoot
Cannot bow to the lies
I bow to the king
The one true GOAT know what I mean?
God Over All Things
Open up to Colossians 1:16
Out here growing
at my People like they thought these niggas was bulletproof uh
I got a target on my head
But I’m still out in them streets
Ten toes down
Who want the beef
can't get up (2x)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I guess it all started when we was young
Lil' niggas runnin round with loaded waterguns
It was sort of fun, playin
ever known
cs you searched around the world I know it's been ten thousand years since you've been home but listen to this
Little miss odysseus
I
the club 10 deep looking famous
Bills paid out 10,000 on my pinky
Brown liquor only nigga we don't drink Katie
3 ks on me now I'm feeling like a racist
Look at you
Standing there thinking, framed by the moon
You never knew
I've always been here right next to you
I'm perfect for you
Can't you see it
two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix
Try to stop it but you can't do it (haha)
A whole generation of kids blowin' out their fuckin'
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