s/o wilt the stilt
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LYRICS
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i put 100 in the game chamberlain,
still hanging in
till im where the bells toll
and you hear angels sing,
it aint a thing
wont worry bout it while i reign as king
the changell bring,
the rain again,
to wash away the pain within
pay homage
the flowers you deserve aint promised
yeah we in the same lane
but we aint got the mileage
i stay driven
the foundation aint give in
from the rubble, been thru struggle
i just guess we made different
im braced for the impact
amazed that im intact
the greatest who aint made it
tell them haters go and spin that
and run it back
they gettin lapped like we running track
the truth behind the lines
just like a runningback
who gon' make the cut tho
wassup yo, im here cuz im cutthroat
put one in the air
and dissappear like the gunsmoke
a weirdo some to some folks
they sneer at my gusto
and cheer when i say that
the deniro will come slow
they fear to watch son grow
off merely the sun glow
here be the weary speaking sincerely
and deary who near me sneaking in theories
its eerie to hear how deep it is clearly
fuck your comments and concerns
heed the karma that you earn
or feel the trauma
from the drama that you yearn
they learning lessons less
the rest contest but never best the vet
the best defence to let them stress
when messing with your blessedness
peace of mind, you reach for mine
you easily will meet your time
even if its seeming fine
you need to read between the lines
preaching like you seeing signs
i aint tryna hear the gospel
lost apostle
cooking heat , its not cilantro
but look how he be non chalant tho
come from nothing
but deserving what he want, and pronto
john doe any no name
the flow is so profane
liable to dot up
anybody in my domain
all for the romain
so let us commence
sick and tired of convincing those
who been on the fence
if you with then you winning
bringing death who against
im tryna make it out the jects
where the pressure immense
