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As the Lord swings the pendulum 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum As the Lord swings the pendulum 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum When it ain't nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch Ain't nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick Ain't nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich As the Lord swings the pendulum Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel) All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill) Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell As the Lord swings the pendulum 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum As the Lord swings the pendulum 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum All y'all dudes is straight facades, you just lie and scheme Mark Cuban 'round your shooters, you just buy a team Letras de cancionesStarted beef on IG and hide behind a meme Dark secrets, closet probably look like Halloween Y'all come out the closet just to market y'all new garbage I'm inside your bitch apartment, dick is parked about nine inches in the carcass Like Mister Marcus Too narcissistic to be licking carpet Too artistic to nut, this a catharsis Fuck all that shit you talking Y'all won't stand, y'all won't kneel, all y'all with is marching Hard labor for your racist Caucasian bosses Talkin' straight into a wire while it's taped across you I'm still learning, wheels turning, tryin' to get the fortune My side chick is still burning out, my dick is scorching Talkin' 'bout, "I think I'm pregnant, I'm not with abortion" Any child that slides out you is an instant orphan That's why it's nothing left to be, for these hoes, but a bitch It ain't nothing left to heat on the stove, but a brick It ain't nothing left to eat for the po', but the rich As the Lord swings the pendulum Time to divvy up your pieces with the deal All my people gon' be speaking what they feel (What they feel) All my people gon' be eating what they kill (What they kill) Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill Nigga, we gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill We gon' rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill Roll this weed with your degrees up in Hell As the Lord swings the pendulum 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum As the Lord swings the pendulum 'Round and 'round, the Lord swings the pendulum Your video got four million hits Oh shit, somebody told you, "You're rich" You been mixing up your passion with your goals for that fix For that rose, for that risk, for that blow, for that sniff I was still a slave just four hundred years ago Going massive for a cracker wearing a robe And I just did a deal for my masters and my soul For that whip, whole clan is in the Phantom Damn, the roles have been switched Look, I'm tryna just survive until my payday Dodging these piranhas tryna rob me, thots around me hollering, "Date rape" This bitch that's with me now, all she like to do is kiss and sixty-nine All she gets is time, shit, I ain't signed to TreyWay Now, I'm falling in a downward spiral My main ho is Bow Wow's side ho with "model" in the bio I'm startin' to sound dated 'Cause I ain't paid attention to the climate since the Nae-Nae I remember sprayin' Cris', hanging, playin' Hurricane Chris, "Ayy, Bay, Bay" Now I'm syrup sipping, can't sniff, playin' "Dre Day" Now, don't nobody come and kick it, damn, Pelé Wishin' that I had one wish, playin' Ray J I feel like I'm sittin' on a plane that's goin' down And I'm a pigeon with no wings, sayin', "Mayday" Calm down, it's your pilot, first class the way you flyin' Fuck them niggas that's in coach They too far, can't see you rollin' Mad that Coach designed your coat I seen it all before, one-minute-later shit The next one, niggas ain't gotta commode to take a shit in Now they in they feelings, reminiscin' Talkin' 'bout, "Remember when in," nigga, no, I don't If it ain't business, we ain't never spoke Don't try to stop me when I'm in the airport To take a pic, 'cause I won't even pose with you posers Sorry, I don't know ya On my mama, nigga This my shit, nigga, I'm taking it right now, nigga 2019 is my year I recorded the whole mixtape in 24 hours, nigga And I dropped it the next day, on MyMixt— You niggas is trash bruh, making all this trash ass fucking music, bruh Saturatin' the fucking game, bruh, get the fuck out of my wave, bruh I sat back 2018, I sat back 2017, and watch all you lame ass rap niggas bruh, sit down and fuck the whole rap game up, bruh Trolling and shit, bruh From Letras Mania