(H-h-h-h-heaven)
I feel like I beat a murder, murder
(and Earth)
Fuckin′ on a bit' you never heard of, heard of
(and all visible and invisible)
That Pope like the leader of the Vatican, he do it again
Everything I do, they do, guess Yeezy set the trend
(visible and invisible)
And we in this bitch again, time to get rich again
(Throw your motherfuckin′ hands)
They lookin' like prey, I guess that's why they praying
And when you flyin′ private, it can′t be no delayin'
When I speak my mind
(woo)
It′s gon' be some lawsuits and furniture movin′
(of heaven)
I gotta haul through, like whеn you be movin'
I gotta fly to Japan just to be secludеd
(and Earth, and all)
They did no damage, would I give ′em no chances?
(Visible and invisible)
Even if they get a chance, here's panic like they know Spanish
(visible and invi-, vi-)
How I brand all of these clothes?
(Visible and)
How every tantrum I throw
Make an anthem for hoes?
(Invisi-, visible and invisible)
This my life, not a quote
(of-)
I feel like I beat a murder, murder
(heaven and)
Fuckin' on a bit′ you never heard of, heard of
(Earth, and all visible)
I′ma take all my baldies to Giorgio Baldi's
(and invisi-, visible)
Throw my dick a party
(and invisi-)
Your dress code upscale
Used to shop at ALDI′s
(visible and invisible)
I ran up some numbers
Now I got what you all need
(woo)
Give your homegirl the boric acid
Save the summer
New abs, she dropping fast, it's time to come up
(Woo) blackout
Passin′ out and then she wakin' up gorgeous
I′m not racist, it's a preference
And my bitch lookin' like a reference
Throw them, make them moves like a referee
(woo)
Come get on your knees, shawty, I got needs
(woo)
She a loud mouth, I need to sign a seal
A couple brand new deals
Gotta get this shit off my chest, I got some shit to spill
Passin′ out NDA′s
(woo)
They can deal with it after
I just fucked the world raw
(woo), she need a morning after
And in the morning after
(woo)
(Woo) and I quote, "It's only one goat", let you had your fun though
Run the block like Mutombo, you had it on loan
Every day in New Jersey
(woo), on my way to New York
I was late to every meeting in my Queens tunnel
(woo)
But all the hoes in Hoboken know
If I seat you outside with the open-toes
You might get you a trip to the Poconos
(woo)
You might have to tell your man a Pinocchio
(woo)
That was a jokey-joke
That wasn′t nowhere near as funny when you brokey-broke
Cryin' in high school over a high school bitch
And she still in the dark takin′ night school, bitch
(woo)
Look at how we made it like we Mike WiLL bitch
(woo)
Wish somebody would'a warned us
When I was fifteen, my soulmate wasn′t born yet
African king in a different time
We got multiple wives too, just at different times
Picture this, if every room got a different bitch
Do that make me a po-nigga-mist?
Without the deals, I guarantee I'm still nigga rich
Shit is fucking ridiculous
Writer(s): Tyrone W. Griffin Jr., Y.e.
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