Lyrics:
It could be the absinthe talking
(I don't think so)
I don't either
I've gotta find a new place
A new place to feed
What could it be?
Stop
enemy tryna stop me but I don't stand a chance
If I can't identify 'em properly
Illuminati as we know it started in Bavaria
Years before it landed
lost rubbers
Got adopted by the white
Thank god for Phillip Drummond
Different strokes on these hoes
Flush rubber do the zip up
Getting bandz on the pick
Yeah
Yeah
Look at these chains and these diamonds
Mix it with Mason Margiela
We tote a nine a Beretta
Yeah
Yeah
Look at my Burberry sweater
I got
blue collar money
Let's do something straight up country
We can stop by that corner shell for firewood
Find a field and let them horses run under this
If the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long
to church and washed
My face in the basin
Built myself up from the ground like a mason
Your life is a movie by who? Wes Craven?
Buttered popcorn none the less
knocked by the ground
Call me a mason I'm always unfound
Wanna ball with me, I'm always inbound
Wanna ball with GM is always around
Y0 B3N!! Wheres
We’re just one day older
Surprise, surprise
Chasing fireflies as the sky turned gray
Trapped in mason jars as they flash and fade
The church around
on my off-days fuck what they all say
Niggas can't stop me with rumors, I'm too strong
All-day
Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging
in a haunted fuckin' church or somethin' right now)
Far inside my drifting head
The stories that I ever read
They take me there (Uh huh)
Dey ya pan endz
Jus mek one vibe
Jus a easy
Mi tell yo seh no mek a one try
No mason a talk but up a hand sign
If a money u a offer mi deh on time
Through Revelation He gone build up His Church
Who do you see when you're reading His Word
What type of seed did you plant in the earth
The Trumpets
just a little too late
Unapologetic
We rise so the ancestors don’t regret it
And if the generation before us did drop the ball
We pick it back up by
I ain't never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy Lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just
money, you a Mason
I don't believe in God wit' a white face,
Devil on me I been tryna be patient
Couldn't name another nigga that could shake shit
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
release release
So there's greatness inside of you and you gotta release eh release
But it doesn't stop there you gotta remove somethings that are not like
what niggas be saying? Church hahaha
You're gonna "church" your ass
All the way to Hell nigga
Deliver us from evil amen!
All I want for Christmas is
passcode
I pour some drank out for my loved ones they buried under the roads
Live by the sword die by the sword better pray you come out them trenches
That
and take back my city
Imma stop saying take back my city
Lord please help me take back my city
Do what you can and take back your city
Be the church you need
condoms, 2 dice and 1 bag of dope
Ooh, Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Decon is a pimp, you could tell by his ice
Mother Parks said, "Brother
can't stop me with rumors
I'm too strong all day
Socks explode and sweatpants
Pockets is bulging
Holdin' it down on the corner
With my block frozen my
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