Lyrics:
like rouge elephants
runaway rhinocerous, cut out they asophagus
ask most I'm half ghost the last rebel
smash metal like cinderblocks tied to gas pedals
You niggas is P.I.'s , fin to get pee'd on by the king of the jungle
Nigga, what I bring won't be humble, y'all women and kids won't get no mercy
there's anyone throwing dirt at my name then you know he be toast
For all of you rappers who bringing me drama, homie please be ghost
The only reason I'm
to it.
(And now!)
So let the games begin, you either turn with the world or you watch it spin.
If your dreams were stolen by a liar,
Then steal it back
deep throat"
She suckin' my willy, I'm countin' this Milly
Im flowin' like silly, I'm back
And I promisе I'm winnin'
Niggas try mock the kid, I swear
when i fall into misery
On the cliff side cold out
Slippery
Think i fell down
Scarred up
Injuries
Let it burn down
Shattered thoughts
Memories
Its
to the octagon
What's the ceiling on this kid
I'll let you answer that, what's next for you
I just wanna say something
I wanna address my people
Eyin omo Naija,
on this kid
I'll let you answer that, what's next for you
I just wanna say something
I wanna address my people
Eyin omo Naija, wetin happen now
Ki lo n
no time for kids
Cant be having no babies
Mommas gonna kill me
That ain't the way she raised me
Baby wait a minute
Let me get up in it
Girl get up
Jay but it's auto-immune we in the room
Squad full of monsters like it's a zoo
Among Us imposters kid who is you
Ridin' this beat yeah like a Suzuki
in the Nile
That perennial flow
Why you deep in denial
Let the Holy Ghost flow
C4 bars we ready to blow
Ten toes down, it's time to go
God is alive is
and done, you're ghost if
You're caught by my team, we run and gun, don't show shit
Do not piss off me, I'm wanted once my foes hit
Cause I box in the streets
sprang from the woodwork and shadows
and somebody shouted "hey, kid get out of the street"
some children threw water from a two-story window
it splashed
trust none
Thuggin' by my lonely, 40
That's my plus one pull up to the club
Don't get checked by security
I get antsy, I pull it out
You get near to me we
down
Dope, goons, Germany, Ghosttown
Coke, Shroomz, Bourbon and Smoke Clouds
I get loud and go out with a bang!
Guilotine rap slang kid no one can hang
Ya
We the north
Nothing to something
Real rap
Let's get it
What the fuck you talking about
Throwing all the shade
You trynna trap me down so you know
this shit a buck fifty)
They can't fuck with me
I don't want no rose gold
I be telling Hutch pissy
(Who the fuck is that?) I don't know
Let me clutch
created/
With their pitiful minimal efforts to make statements
I spit on em got em schillin out money to cover their late payments/
Cause they're way
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