Lyrics:
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced
were back in the good old days
When tomatoes were cheaper
And you never heard the words of your favorite songs
Through a three inch speaker
And you
Friday
I've been waiting for you for a long time
Three, two
Yeah, like a charm, baby
Brighter than this thing on my arm, baby
It's a party every time you
drama you come with
I swear you on some shit
Whether it's morphine or cocaine
Doja or dog food
They had these marks for Tre and Max
Fuckin' off
to say
Now we're here on track three
So you like what you hear and you enjoy what you see
I'm just here working hard for you and me
I hope you can admire
I am sick here, lying, waiting, so impatiently
I feel like I'm already dead inside skinned heartedly
I'm still waiting for her, but no one shows
Merits
Ima work my bossbot suit Ima work my bossbot suit
For real Ask your friends Wanna do a front three?
Even down for Lawbot Wanna do a Office D?
How
Merits
Ima work my bossbot suit Ima work my bossbot suit
For real Ask your friends Wanna do a front three?
Even down for Lawbot Wanna do a Office D?
How
with Zack
Left Philly for a minute
Then you said we going back
So we did
Grinding max
& you started making racks
Flipping it to make it stack
But you
on the shoulders of twenty thousand fiends
Every time a nigga wanna try and turn a profit
Folks rush in, three letters try and stop it
F B I R S D E A
One letter
of force leaves a skid where the knuckle drags
Struck by his sword hilt, square on your crown
Respect for bolding two blows before going down
He takes
ahead but still thinking about what comes next
Grinding to the max I gotta find the time for some rest
But back to the scheme
Gotta chase, not a race, but
The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog
do it, cause I'm in my own lane
Cheat code, they left when I was down now I'm up making waves Yeah that's right, I've been waiting, now they put me in
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
ain't snitching
I give a band for attention
Five racks just to spread the thighs, Yeah
She get the bag bag
Raised by her Mom's Mom and her Dad's Dad
But
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
I used to rob folks' striped Adidas
Now I got three i used to rob for his toes
Now I rock True jeans
Dirty shoes all my life
But now them bitches
to you by caffeine and Birkenstock's
Overthink at 3 AM
I'm crying by six o'clock
Now I'm over here by a thread
But I really want to be with you instead
But
in the trees, stone sweats with the dew
The morning sunrise, red before the blue
Hanging at the mast, waiting for command
His majesty's airship,
in the trees, stone sweats with the dew
The morning sunrise, red before the blue
Hanging at the mast, waiting for command
His majesty's airship,
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
like new pussy thats how a nigga feel
Bust three times throw her the peace sign
She sleep then my dick sleek and I ain't gotta call her for weeks
Long
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