Lyrics:
(Ebon, you made this?)
(coco, this your season right now)
(Mark is on his way, boy)
I got opps in jail, can't wait 'til they come home
Even if
the puppets do
This is coming to you directly
From The Soul Assassins no strings attached
I spark like a blunt's tip, somethin' cavi
Makin' Greene like Mitch
around ma neck, I had to cool it down
I told ma dawgs that I need em, can't do this by myself
I'm tryna find lovin, bitch, that shit bad for my health
I have to need my door opened
If it's closed I'm incompetent
I'm not good in pretending
This all for me is confusing
Let me paint you by my tears
of a needle
Egos die in this fight
Know it's gon' give you hell
Who's gon' ring that bell
No sooner it fell
Well let's go have us a night
Lay your hair down
They won't stop 'til everybody
Gettin' watched by drones
And look what they did to Ye
They want everything (Everything)
JP Morgan banned his account
But
the law and the act,
And all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back.
On top of that,
The bitch fat!!!
Makin' a career off this nigga,
not the same
And it's a shame all you talk is game
You act like a diamond waiting to be set
In a gold ring, as if, I bet
As time goes by in this give
from the back.
On top of that,
the bitch fat!!!
Makin' a career off this nigga,
and all his homies gone, because they can't get it clear
after all those years
Opportunity's just passed you by
(singing)
But it ain't
Oh, no, no, no, no
But it ain't
(spoken)
And now?
well, if this
Swiping on tinder cause I think it's strange
Online when I type I'm killin this
By the throat like medusa
Who is John what's it to ya
Y'all don't know
rockstar on the stage, pussy nigga might just catch this f-, yeah
Hop out that Wraith like DA, yeah, tell me you wanna speedrace, yeah
Hop out that Wraith
lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when
and the mustangs
Code name Nelly got messages on the tele
By Lisa, Tomika, Angela, Rachel, and Sister Shelly
Oh really, you say some of these names might ring
it won't do you any good
You know you should have done the right thing
When you drew your master plan
But little by little I'll try to make you
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
He just gives me rosy cheeks
And one night, by the tree
I’ll say all he means to me, yeah
Well my heart goes jing-a-ling-a-ling
Can you hear that choir
the ruling ring.
With Balrog tall and orc so small,
This army will make his enemies fall.
The hated Northeners are coming soon,
He bides his time, he sees
(In my head, deep pockets, lil' bitch)
They be like, "Who that? Who that?"
It's the motherfucker with the strap
Lay 'em down one by one if these
down, girl I mean well
Angel eyes, but I look inside, and I see hell
Falling into sadness and I can't get out that deep well
When you're not, by my side,
I got myself a best friend
I put a ring on her finger
I love it when she smiles end to end
Together we're both big dreamers
Waking up next to her is
the dark blue
Was thinking about moving away
I pray, just take me somewhere
And where I go, I don't care
The winter's in the city by me, so
By me, so, oh oh
and rings
From the north we gather unite the lords
I am calling fire and wings
And the sword by the slayer of kings
by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision
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