Lyrics:
at the point of hammer click
You could either read a little Marx or hang with Spiddyocks
When the bass faces fix the deepest cuts they're the sickest
Then we
BEACON OF HOPE
VERSE ONE: (Richard)
With a burning desire, our spirits aspire, to a love so divine, you can't help but admire.
In trials
gon’ win over and over and
Over and then you wake up
You still can’t believe it! You know
Why? Because you was lied
To by Google you was lied
To by Mark
or Marx, it doesn't matter
Starve the people while the rich get fatter
Can't you see they got us where they want us?
Can't you see the enemy here is you
ignorin' the medicinal herbals
So we in your ass like you was Richard Gere or we was gerbils
You get stepped on like crack vials by ghetto children, plus
morning happens right
U listeners are nosey
Like Richard and his brodies who keep yellin Kobe
Expecting some Cup Pong trophy
Getting very noticeable nose
Bridgeport
Sort of boring
Meant O-R
Where it be pouring
Catch
Me
In
Wildy
I be luring
Lurid freaks into the morning
Brunch with bunches of adoring
flipped rabbid insane
I see it, Human Dark Potential
What crazy thoughts are going through peoples minds?
It matters what you do for Christ - all around
some new winnings for my team
You can't compare to my team (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who? Three letters, yeah, P.R.E (yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh (yeah)
Money
feet wet or if you are brave enough you can plunge into the deepest recesses of the the oceanic trenches where only bio-illuminating creatures break
couple
And I could tell by your purse game that your nigga truly loved you
So many bags, only if you knew the struggle
Still got the ones that she had
bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I
water plants across Europe and right here in the
UK by direct marketing.
Drip, drip, drip.
Ok, on the elective side: fear, fear.
You make her brush her
came way too far, I can't fuck it up
I got niggas that die by the gang, gang (gang)
Stupid, be honest, you fuck with us (hey)
Hearin' no one can
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
gimme my space, you're not safe
Hahahaha
Yeah, they say I'm back, but I ain't go nowhere though (uh-h)
Been here the whole time (yes)
Where you
goes south
At that point you are on south mouth
At that point you are on south mouth
At that point you need your buddies to vouch
At that point you need
Slicker
The weights getting bigger
I've been in the gym working out on my figure
Okay
You do the same and get thicker
If I'm watching over my Richard
casual
Formally introduced to a journey into the natural
The three, two zeros then proceeded by one
Laced like your woven tennis shoes before you go run
Quarter mill I'm tryna spend up on a Richard mill
100 k I think I owe it to my lawyer still
Spilt a cup of activist call it a oil spill
Riding
[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Yeah!) This is Slaughterhouse
Haha, we gon' get right into it
Scared yet niggaz?
You're dealin with a fo'-headed monster
Y'all are
hand
The dawn discloses we were dreaming of a land
Where love reposes but castles made of sand
Like winter roses are fated to die
My darling like you
You know what it is man it's TRnTH yeah
God damn man god damn Young Richard
It's like TRnTH
Young Richard struggling through the many homes
His
my cord is on the way but I still got shit to say
They honking horns all day hope they don't catch them astray
You can tell what's on my mind by
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