Lyrics

Deep into the mix like Minute Maid Holiest of smoke, let it ventilate Warrant I'm a G God's calling was to regulate Loaded up dish, lotta ish But to me, that's a dinner date Set it straight I was talking God, but heaven's sake They ain't get the memo or the m.o Yo what will it take? Gotta talk it plainly They berate me, I don't mind the hate Y'all ain't gonna ruin what I celebrate Like yo, what is caution? Often, find myself flossing Risk is the fruit of all labor we locked in Can't be in La La Land, living like Gosling Rolling with my dogs, no cats, Shane Dawson Shinobi on the come up for the Kingdom on my Anbu I ain't tryna blow up just to blow up, that's some Chiaotzu Spinning on em oni, grip the blade like Yoshimitsu Round won, you bet I'm dabbing Christ up in the round two Stay busy All around the block they dizzy Yelling "Who is he?" Rolling through the nights on the east side Bloodshot sharingan eyes, that Uhchiha, ha, ha No blicky Angels all 'round my city And that's on Nissi So I sweat no demons tryna sleep ya Wanna see us dead in the streets, that Uchiha Keys to the Kingdom like Sora Homie stay lit, no menorah Ain't talking that "aura" Some get by on a sorta Good energy don't do jack for ya I'm just saying son You could manifest like, all you want Ain't a one-to-one A vibe never brought the dead to life But the Kingdom come Haters saying Eluzai a PsyOp Think I'm playing son? Sixty-six rounds in the clip, corner with the brick I've been off a new tip, feeling so crisp Getting drip with the Heaven's like I'm Moses with the stick Reminisce, when we used to pray for all of this as kids And then He got you Moving bionic like a Zaku Amaterasu, flame with a vision Top down in my lane, I ain't switching I ain't care if they ignant They had to kill Christ with permission So if I die, let it all be for the life of the village
Writer(s): Ludwig Bulik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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