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My nigga called me last night, 'round 9 he was ventin' I said "Don't let this feelings get between all these millions" He said "My nigga I feel it" He said "That's why you the realest" My nigga called me last night, 'round 9 he was ventin' I said "Don't let this feelings get between all these millions" He said "My nigga I feel it" He said "That's why you the realest" I ain't prayin' for no meal, I'm ready to steal blessings The flow switches, fuck a playbook, I go off instincts Caskets for New Year's and bullets for Christmas I forgot more shit than you ever learned, despite concerns I'm doin' aight, leave her dripping like one's fiery sights I'm God body, more the [?] type My niggas know rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson I wrote this, doin' ninety on my way to Slauson 2020, I swear there's been so many coffins, filled with guilt Barely do I reminisce, it give me chills I promise y'all there is no metaphor for how I feel Bottoms up, glasses fill, life is just a battlefield Why would I follow Roman calendars? I'm African 2Pacalypse confidence, notoriously arrogant Jamaican rum, I speak in native tongue as coward nigga A work of art, it's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA Letras de cancionesIt's easy to turn self-reflective to self-destructive And when you diss my shit, even your rival thuggin' I can tell that you want my life This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I can tell that you want my life This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I might just let it bang I might just let it bang It got a couple bodies on it, man I love the stank Man I love the stank Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story If I fuck their mind right, invite them to the orgy I just call it how I see it, and my three eyes been open Matchin' Range Rovers, Dolce Gabbana drippin' South of France, can't understand why they call it a beach There ain't no sand, you familiar with weight? We ship that, you sniff that The truth sets you free, lies ties you down Tour bus filled, we stacked, packed, and flied through towns Black rock star, I scream loud and mosh through crowds Head wrap like Badu style Young nigga that could trade war stories with the vets Jesus Christ, I turn water to acid So you know that I could work with this The way they stitch him up, you would think Dapper Dan worked on him Troubled kid, tried to set fire to my nursery Gotta learn to live with regrets Cherish the instant deeds, Detroit Red Pain over my shoulder as I unload all my troubles on these instruments The final statement, I'ma leave it there I can tell that you want my life This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I can tell that you want my life This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I might just let it bang I might just let it bang It got a couple bodies on it, man I love the stank Man I love the stank Yo, it's been a revolution brewing for years, becoming human Not a face of the movement is calm, so when assumin' I travel many a road to arrive, at one conclusion God is not an illusion, I'm proof of the contribution I'm father time, I'm unbothered by the sidelines I redefine, writing, I'm Stephen Sondheim This is genuine lightning on a pinot noir vine How I keep the beast frightened is by being more enlightened My city trained a titan to tussle, I dance in it Somewhere between World War III and the Pandemic My pen so anthemic, my struggle, you can't limit Present it with a decision, I chose to stand in it That's on everything to every city and every gang We the very same, separate is something which we became Coping with the pain, devils be spitting some heavy game Keep a steady aim into the future and let it bang I can tell that you want my life This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I can tell that you want my life This just a regular, thick bitch on my lap, her name Destiny She love whips n' chains, they talkin' S&M Two gats on my hip, I might just let it bang I might just let it bang I might just let it bang I might just let it bang I might just let it bang From Letras Mania