Lyrics:
the divine in myself
I know you think I'm out my mind and act like you wanna help
You wanna know how it felt to be portrayed as saintly
When behind the scenes
Shut wide mouth
It's my presence
It's too scary
Not the blood dripping from my arms
It's the face boy
Get it twisted
I'm holding a machete
How you not
I'm on a power trip
And they calling me counterfeit cause I ain't gave a coward shit
Stone me, throw me a pile of shit but you won't pull me out of it
You heard that uhh that new Loss Daze by by that Kid Bootz
Naw naw mayne I ain't heard that I ain't heard that
Mayne fuck wrong wit you mayne you
running up that EBT when it's grocery week
I'm getting close to that leap
And this is pain and motifs
And these ain't even punchlines
I leave a stain
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout b****
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
rings but that ain't about this
What you bout bitch
Excuse my French emotion in my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
this road
We cruisin', I love the way we ride
Bump my favourite music when I've got you by my side
We cruisin'
Hand on your thigh
With your arms in
making
Cause heaven's higher than space
So if sky is the limit then I'll use my arms in the race
I can tell it ain't a reach to think-think it's upon us
it
Fairy tales I never spin 'em
I'm the realest on the scene
I ain't got no competition
I'm the big dawg
Boy I'm back in the booth
I said I'm back in
You don’t gotta fit
And if you fall it is what it is
Pick yourself up and handle ya biz
There ain’t no limits when I'm off the grid
No condemnation for
built for that industry
I can't live in my phone
Like this might be my only record
Think I'm already done
It was the fall of that year
I had a breakdown
confusing and trust
In this year to date, make no mistake at all
Really could've lost it, gain or fall
And I know the same, my heart can take the pain
So in
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
been way too long since I've had this kinda top
But
Who gone be there in the end when it falls down?
When it all falls down
Who gone be there in the end
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
get shot down
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now
Fuck the police, stop running
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunning
love and
Calls her his little Smurf
But soon they're seen by
Boys from the community that go out and fuck
White girls with impunity
Oh, gee! Misogyny
What it do,
Coming at you live, it's your boy big Snoop Dogg
Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker
We need you to move like pronto, like
When 16 ain't enough
It's funny niggas, it's been on my mind lately
When 16 ain't enough, having a dope beat, dope idea
16 bars ain't enough!
How
And one by one each woman he kiss
(He kiss her and she gon' fall in love)
Stokie's just Stokie, you know?
(Stokie's Stokie)
Till someone shows that they
it as a sign on how
Im living my life
Who can I trust
I put my faith in the lord
My soul is protected by
The shield and the sword
This right here my
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