Yeah | Back to wearin' all my jewelry again | A black king feel the fury again
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Yeah | Back to wearin' all my jewelry again | A black king feel the fury again
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Yeah Back to wearin' all my jewelry again A black king feel the fury again I'll swim in fire 'fore I'm judged by a jury of men Circumstances of the world make it absurd when we win Uh, yeah Back to wearin' all my jewelry again A black king feel the fury again I'll swim in fire 'fore I'm judged by a jury of men Circumstances of the world make it absurd when we win Uh I heard From the window I hear my name Said differently each time, the space between it the same The sound from where she come from and her mama 'fore she came I nod to the second floor, a smile, simple exchange I think I'm losing my vision As the past get further away, thoughts revoke they permission To be called upon like gods, I need to make the decision If it's life or death, aim for his cleft Sun and trees the only ref Hey, no need to answer yet but Can I have your stories when you gone? I'm fiending Itching to make my way to forever I'm scheming Hoping these nigga don't get too clever These demons Just hellbent on being so heaven sent Burning through whatever's next Just to find out what forever meant Teaming up with the thought that I don't need you I'm Leaving outta the house, just til the light Look through the screen door, seen when we danced all night Don't cry Skin the tone that let us hide in night sky She blowin up ya phone and you miss her, nigga don't lie Smokin', jokin', like if we see that boy, is you gon' ride? If the house is burning down How could we survive? Yeah God damn, nigga Don't just say all that concerning shit, besides you should know None of this is permanent I mean, sitting in this car mean you got a point Sorry i put Vaseline on 'fore hitting ya joint Water wash over is a dance to anoint But brown liquor help me pirouette 'round the point Yeah Okay, shit I hit you right when I land In another country that's never gone be seen by my mans Rising sun, when I wake up, you put the money in hand Or we stick you with the doohickey like you was leading Japan Hanging with ya'll got me asking "where the wonder at?" You and Hanes got in common? Know ya nigga front to back If it don't make mama mad, where the fun in that? I'm tryna be everywhere that the sun is at Red holes up in his fleece You know that we finna drop When the drama getting increased Mama got a new house, on my life, she get a new lease Rest of the money spent findin' ways to raise the deceased And imma do it too, except ya signee when he drop I'm heavy handed, and I blame that shit right on my pops Even boy in wheelchair finna hear the shots, get out, and hop Sweeper wet ya back, ah, guess his ass more like a mop Ain't just gone hit him we gone stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp Hidden message in the morse code go: pop, pop, dash, pop Antoinette, ya mans gon' get his head chopped off his top Texting "please don't do it" Reply like: dot, dot, dot, dot It's not a diss if he not gon' mention me I love hearing stories and I love laughing intentionally So I welcome it, but to respond is below me I take the magic out of pocket, put it with the homies He gon' get you Run RAAAABAALALARARA Yeah, I ride with them locusts bro we ain't no civilians I ride with it on me If it's smoke then it's fire, we drillin' I tried told niggas, nah I don't wanna kill em Don't no lives matter to me when I get in my feelings Bitch I'm sensitive Came with lead, brought them pencils in '87 swing like a pendulum If I'm swingin', I'm swingin' for fences then Them and dead is a synonym, Him and him Bet this chopper spit quicker than Eminem Bet this chopper split nigga from limb to limb Lately my aim been shaky no semi-in Fully auto, a bottle of Henny, and uh Couple blunts and some Benjamins I can't fuck if she don't come with benefits Just been rappin' and packin' and sendin it We was into that before internet Bitch who want it, whoever could get it next uh I was roadrunning, dump a whole clip I bet he hold somethin' Never knew nothin, never told nothin Never half steppin, need the whole one I get a whole one, I bet I let you hold some With this shotgun, I'm a shogun When it's showtime, I bet I showed up, bitch nigga Uh
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