Lyrics:
To let y'all niggas know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you was a nympho
Raised in the temple
of control
While my art is reborn
I will feel your moan
Piece by piece
Falling on your knees
Now dip the brush
Right into your guts
Stroke by stroke
Fuck is the deal
Ma you what I'm saying I'm on my way fo sho..
Nah well Keewan and Murph they with me already
And you know Leezy on his way we
mouths to feed
But this is not for kids
If rap don't work
I'll trap it out again
Nigga this is my home
We swang and banging
This is my home
Nigga this is
Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
And you know
Yo, whattup baby girl - fuck is the deal?
Nah youknahI'msayin I'm on my way fo' sho'
Nah well Kejuan and Murph they with me already
And you know
marked a lot
Showing off for hoes in bricks and rows had us charged to box
That demo sorta stopped once A.C. got popped
It's reminding, mmm whoa
way, home by another way.
We got this far to a lucky star, but tomorrow is another day.
We can make it another way, safe home as they used to say.
Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by they self
Even when I was little, nothing went my way
I got beat up and chased home from school every day
make the bread then Imma split it with the guys huh
Pray that God will keep me 'way from bitches in disguise
Hm better not play with Starboi
Home is
girl's cunt - I surface with the purpose
To let y'all niggaz know the demo
Voice is a instrument that's monumental
You couldn't fuck with the style if you
Because your rhyme's mediocre but your tracks are wack
Not fiction but fact black, believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
And get
believe that
Then put away your demo cause the brother is back
And get the bozack.. e..
[erick sermon]
Yo, as I sing and do my thing I might sing
Jane,
La la la la la
Rhookcastle baby
Holiday everyday with you is a holiday
It's only good vibes when you come through
You bring me sweet love in a bundle
fills
Up with fumes and roaring engines and
Blurred movement it's chaos
And at the center of it all is
Meek, by this time completely awake
And in his
that festered
Already you claiming
Yo passion is "my way"
Trickle on downwards yo heli is
Leavin you staying
For cleaving thats sideways
Alien hominid
Ladies & Fellas
Yes
Beat it God damn
Been round the way
Hmmm like a gypsy
Met many MC's
Drunk lot of whisky
Never said no for a passing reefer
Cut
to kiss
I deep stroke, and make her bite her fist
The lights is on, the night is grown
We get it poppin' 'cause we know we can when wifey home
it spray
Drunk bitch, big tits, motorboats on the way
She say she wanna earn some stripes
Well we about to see if she about that life
Rollin',
Life is moving quickly now
Rarely do I ever know...how I'm going to make it
Feeling waves of wanderlust
In regards to the two of us...the future is
class I said I just wanna
Get you alone
Take you home
Make you moan
Put down your phone
Slow stroke you while you in prone
All up in your zone
I just
can hear it when I walk by
The room is moving side to side, I'm feeling hypnotized
Getting faded in the Phantom, ain't no stopping a riot
These
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
decided
They don't work on me
And I guess I
should thank you
By the way, for helping me, me
To open my head
And I guess I
should thank you
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