Lyrics:
D. Steele on the beat
Yours truly with techniques
Vengeance is his
Romans 12 nineteen
Yeah
This is Revenge Against God's Enemies
Through my hip hop
like chicken, listen, I’m stickin’ to your ribs
Wit the words that I spit, you know what time it is
Poetry in motion, clouded by tokin’ the potion
I’m
a human husk
And I get by so I can’t be choosey
That’s not a knife this is a knife
And we live for the life for the thrill of the fight
Soarin’ new
show you niggas what a hundred G's is
ABN gang might leave a nigga teethless
Nigga never heard now I'm all
Up in they face
Like a bad yellow bitch I'll
garments not touching
I ain't into boasting
I ain't into bragging
Hell yea I am
Is this hip-hop or acting
Only promise is a casket
Only promise for them
barely livin, mayne
What we do in my arms is like doja to the brain
I promise you like a drug you're much better than everythang
Now if I was to try
brain it will sit and wait
It comes out in the beats I make
I'm not saying that this is a Hip Hop track
This is my style, you know I label that
What I
you say is 'no'
I need you
I doubt it
Rip the saddle off the mule
Get a tank full of fuel
Moving away, start again to a place I can rule
Life, I'll
never beheld the sun
Who is to say you are under it
Like the frozen rooftop rip's the
Toes from pigeon's feet
So too the mule's on desperate hands
to the gold in their hearts
Who would've thought how fast the power would sway
Day by day, I'm living my life
And I'll stick it to the man who's got me running
the dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she
la la la la hey
(wake up, time to fly)
Sugar kiss, sugar kicks like a mule
Ain't that the truth, and you're a strawberry fool
Look at your hips, look
Acrylic Nails
Ice in her eyes
All that she wears
Is by designer
A Balenciaga bag
That she filled last night
In seven inch heals
Wanna make her mind
talk is more than obvious, it's ominous
Garages, the Phantom, Ghouls, Ghosts and Goblins
Blonde mohawk the collection I'm Dennis Rodman
The money
city
40 on my hip my plus one call it Dirk
Bout to catch a wave like I surf
Yeah Listen
You got to pay the boy what he worth
Charge a brick price for
hear the sound - this is what you find
Chorus
Yo wanna get some of this?
Yo wanna get a piece of this?
Yo want hips or lips?
What's the differences?
Yo
Move ya body, let me see you work
Rock them hips that your mama birth
Girl gone show that man what your really worth
A what your really worth, A what
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
we talked about this, that
Before he was elected president
People in hip-hop it was an in thing to
Put Donald Trump in your rhymes somewhere
And by
on your knees
Swim or fly, only please, come back to me
On a mule, in a jet with your hair in a net
In a towel when you're wet
I don't care, this is where
beating the stubborn mule
They rewrote the playbook Changed all the rules
False narrative is the order that's a jewel
From how we worship God to what we
popped
(Grrah-grrah, boom) , he got
Poked in his hips
So I'm punchin' that spot (Like what
Like what?) 41K then he died
(Grrah-grrah, boom) by the poke
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