Lyrics:
you know that you’re at your best
You come out your body, you come out your soul
And this is the moment you finally let go
Your hands in the air, your
you know that you’re at your best
You come out your body, you come out your soul
And this is the moment your finally let go
Your hands in the air, your
(gonna make it rain)
Like woah,
I can feel these perkies in my soul
Money on my mind and I won't ever let it go
Come and get your ho' cuz she be touchin'
expressive
Stick it in their solar plexus
Slit their wrist, let go, accept it
Lick my lips, then whoah, their headless
Overalls and Timberlands, I'm holding
just a tiny bit
I'm clever wit science but never reliant
Unfalse words from cowards who forever be trying
Insisting they come off, I let them get
Pass that bih off like a
Free agent
I ain’t playing
Hair turned blonde
Nigga went super sayian
She want my minerals
Universe testing hoe
Her last
Hanging like a opossum off the trees yo let me contemplate
But make a mockery I'll cut you with my hockey skate
Trying not to try hard, but still making
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
You say
One for the trouble
Two for the time
Come on, y'all, let's rock the
Yes, yes, y'all
Freak, freak, y'all
Funky beats, y'all
Then you
let the weak roam the
Earth without a purpose
Well, I’ll stomp ya fucking head
Til it’s under the surface
Now I need you to get
It through ya bloodclot
Who you know
What you think you know
You don’t know shit
I’m a pro
I could let you in
Show you how it is
That’s a go
Lotta medicine
Another sedative
nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your ain't gotta go no where nigga
I'm up in this city, you can
by the liter
Yeah
Trying to ride but there be no room
No you can't hang bitch I'm on the moon
Left in a puddle just how we do em
I've been on go I
to let go all these demons
I don't need no fuckin reason, ho called this burn season
Fuck niggas aint changing up, don't tell me to be nice
Fuck around
let go of your own desires
Ten years later devil woke me told me
"Alvi, look a deal, shit is too real,
Bitch you can feel, you can lift off your heels
Hoe I got options pray that it's never too late
I'ma just pop them hope they don't keep me awake
Hoe I'm a problem I thought you would know by now
man and run off in a hurry
Left the cola and the gats and the money 'cause a nigga done
[Chorus]
187 erupt, another motherfuckin' walk by in your
they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
to fly it
Off you go, blaow, off the block
Get funky on you suckers like a gym sweat sock
cause I turn, to inflict, pick your hair up like a pick
Ed O.G.,
off (Bow, Bow, bow)
Yea these niggas be ruthless they kill him he dead (Huh? What?)
Just to go take his shoes and socks off (Bow, nigga, yea)
I'm
your face
I grab you by the neck and rip that shit out
Don't think that I'd hit ya but I'd punch and stomp and kick ya
You wouldn't hit a lad, what
the Hallows Hit and Tripped Him
Run Down Let it Clap, that's One Down for Thinkin that we Lack
By my Dolo Always Moving Tack
Said they Want Beef Nigga where
I can stay silent
Underestimating the Holy Spirit inside me
Spiritual battle, tell them devils to get behind me
I won't let you beat me to the punch,
myself there was never a us
This shit how it go
There was never a show
You act like a baby you making a fuss
We toe to toe
Let's see how it go
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