Texty

Bitch look I come from the jungle Lemme know who wanna rumble I come just to watch them all crumble And that's been humble No I do not wanna cuddle you just turned my bed to a puddle That pussy ain't normal When I wake up in the morning, shake up them endorphins And then imma dive in a portal I went from Cleveland to LA to Cleveland to New York And then I went down to New Orleans And you're riding around with a felony four Talking too much what you telling me for And I feel like I've made it to heaven before But I come from the dark call it ebony porn I'm a treasury source in a leathery Porsche When I'm rapping I tap in to every force I've been stacking and changing the weather reports And expanding my mansion with better decor Better run better run get a gun with a drum Get your son get the fuck up outta here Da da da da da da da da da da da da That's the song that you hear when I appear Be prepared with some shells and riot gear I be damned if I fail to be a pioneer I'm aware that I'm in hell and it's kinda weird But I ain't crying tears I'm climbing tiers Scud missile scud missile hit em with a scud missile When that fire hit em it's gone hit like when the drugs hit em Blood tissue guns bitches suicidal love issues Twenty two right on my side my sneak inside the club pistol Walk inside the bank and they got call me by my first name Empty my account and fuck around and make the earth lean I am not an earthling I'm higher than a church singing Flyer than a bird's wing retiring my jersey I feel like Kobe Bryant nigga all your homies dying He's an atheist I'm praying that his body goes to science As soon as I reload the iron, leave a giant hole inside him He was lying on his privates now he's lying on his privates I cannot ignore the lion that's inside me, no denying I get high and so excited I'm the guy that knows the pilot I'm a giant no Goliath imma dive in your vagina Eat that kitty if I like her and start spitting like a cypher I'm on fire and I can't be extinguished All that dumb shit that I went through, only made me a genius I ain't wanna rob tha nigga but he gave me a reason Run up in that nigga door like I was making him pizza Then decapitate his head and leave his face in the freeze Hide his body like an egg but he won't make it to easter Gotta plug outta Cali I can pay with a visa Gotta pray for my people the second making of Jesus is Chuck Our Father who art in Heaven Hallowed be they Name Thy Kingdom Come thy will be done On earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread I'm a no limit soldier I though I told ya Nigga seen I had that pole tucked and then he froze up He'll get maximum exposure if I approach him So I let him run up and then I turned him to a donor Or to a donut bitch I'm a grown up Of you tryna pick a loan up, don't hit my phone up Shit been different since I blown up They put the throne up I got bitches in here throwing up they off that yola hold up Start me over don't start me over Big pimpin with my doors up I feel like Hova Big pippin with my bros bruh So hit the hoes up, got a whole lot of doja Somebody roll up more blunts Never sober we never sober It's a party on my sofa who coming's over All my hoes got love for Sosa, and fashion nova I might hop out with that polo and matching loafers I might pull up with your girlfriend and pass her over The future closed, the past is open These the saddest moments I grab and hold em Stab and choke em till he gaggin' hopeless I'm laughing joking cause this acid that I have is potent I'm having wholesome conversations with my pastor smoking Talking about passing and procrastinating, alimony I'm sad and lonely dodging police while that pack is on me Cause life's a game and I know that they wanna practice on me Now back to rolling
Writer(s): Kemar Ricardo Mcgregor, Leshorn Whitehead, Patrick C. Howell, S. Warren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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