Lyrics:
in a ball of flames
And got banned from the hip-hop hall of fame
For two bars I kept hearin' in my head
Over and over again, it cost me everything
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical
Put it on a platter how much uncut
Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what
Slang killin' it
the top
You can tell by who was winning, check the stock
When I pull up, please come with me
The block gets hot, I'm torching up your city
We spinning
he could stop me with the power he holds
It ties me, it ties me over with his prison, his goal
You can bait me, fake me
But I keep on comin'
GIVE ME A BEAT AND A FUNKY ASS RHYTHM
V.1 Hello Mutha F***ker yea how do ya do my name is Stephen Michael and what’s it to you.
Let the name roll
arse
Oh use my arse come on penetrate me
Make me feel like Stephen Gately
But don't push it in too deep
Or you'll end up with my
Shit around your brim go
dreams, I'm only 5'7
Still ball like Lebron, Stephen
Curry for breakfast
I love me some me, like T.O love T.O
Like kiddos love heroes
Like kiddo love 7
It's
everyday
My callin it’s sent from the heaven gates
Like Colin I fight for a betta day
I’m seekin for peace so I meditate
But you could still hit me like any
by the way that I move
Yo mister DJ give us a chance
Don't stop the music please let us dance
Ooh, I could tell, he was smiling at me
All this
the day with me
Can't stay over
When they hit em
They shimmy like Stephen Curry
Ahhh
I just set the foundation for them It's raining again
This fur is
put me in it
I know the truth you not innocent
She got excited by my Louboutins
Hop in my Lambo fuck her
We don't speak again
She didn't know I was
and we fly to the bank
Bad mami from LA, put her feet in the sand
Said I knew a bad b**ch and I bagged it on the first week
Didn’t tell nobody, I had
wanna touch
Aye, let me tell you a story about how Romo Sagan Fall victim to the women
Thought I was just
Living, in this world, but I’m hypnotized by
Niggas call me Bloodas just like Tee out here (let's get it)
Opps be calling foenem phone, say I don't be out here (L's)
Catch him, knock his noodles
the juice? We got the juice!
I got the Juice!
Who got the juice? We got the juice!
I got the Juice!
Juice, by definition call it pole position
Canvassing
me
I’m living out risk in expensive lil fits and I come through I’m changing the climate
Collecting theses chips yeah I’m stacking this money it’s
catch me running out of breath
Raps bishop ordained by the souls of the vets
I digress
Unimpressed by the wannabes Sounding like rest
Should've been
Maneuver through the world
Like liquid motion
Hurdles in the way
But you can't get over them
Suffering comes with pain
But they tell you to get over
Dimm
and beneath him
Fifty thousand tons of steel
He looked over at his compass
And he gazed into its face
Needle pointing downward
He knew he lost the race
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
figures
Got the tunnel vision in the elevator like I’m Bishop!
This the mission, make a hundred mill
Make it through the system
For my n****s, all my day
plan"
(Him say) "Your Honour when me did a drive go check somebody
When me reach a Barbican, me get pull over by a squaddy
As him see the entertainer,
Still, you tell me to walk on it
And I'm sinking in
Are you sleeping?
I'm drowning
Yet you tell me to trust in you
Well, I trust in you
When you said
(Racks I'm through)
Bishop, I got the juice (Got the juice)
I work too hard not to fuck it off (Woah)
Women, they come in two's (Woah, woah, woah)
Got it
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