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black hippy - only كلمات الأغنية

[produced by willie b]

[intro]
and i don’t keep my head up, i keep it down cause god do
ay look, don’t worship me, i’m not christ
i’m not god, but i try to be

[verse 1]
check, check, check check
d_mn right, i’m selling out
in case one of my n_ggas go to jail, i can bail em out
i heard that lucifer’s the angel of music
this is preposterous, so much for gospel we all stupid
look, toast to the gods, del amo boulevard
that’s where i was, pacing back and forth like i was on drugs
and i was, but i was comin’ up with some raw sh_t
it was either this or hittin’ l!cks with whats_her_name and them
they had that work, turns out i’m sellin’ crinack anyway
she been standin’ in line since the am just to hear my statements
i ain’t the black lipped b_st_rd no more, i’m more mature
call me the black lipped pastor, i walk on holy water
and joseph ain’t my father, holla

[chorus]
many gon’ come, many gon’ go
only time’ll tell, only god knows
coldest under moon, hottest under sun
many gon’ come, but there is only one
soul_o, soul_o, soul_o
s_soul_o, soul_o, soul_o (there is only one)
soul_o, soul_o, soul_o
s_soul_o, soul_o, soul_o (there is only one)
soul_o, soul_o, soul_o
s_soul_o, soul_o, soul_o (there is only one)
soul_o, soul_o, soul_o
s_soul_o, soul_o, soul_o (there is only one)
[verse 2]
i told punch i’ll probably get assassinated by the government
reverse psychology, they gotta keep me alive
to make like what i’m sayin’ is lies, surprise!
i just left burberry and dropped five, like i went half on a dime
but not this time, soul_o
and i don’t find it odd, i’m breakin’ even
maybe i should’ve prayed to jesus instead of herbert stevens
i’d rather murder beats than murder people, for this reason
i seek an instrumental in attempts to leave it bleedin’
you a menstrual cycle with flower pedals to a harley
rap g_nius’ll decode it for me
homie
i came from nothin’
no really, i came from nuttin’
you got here, but you came for nothin’
no really, you came for nuttin’, b_tches, and money
me too, i came for change, too much p_ssy in this game
whats my motherf_ckin’ name?

[chorus]
many gon’ come, many gon’ go
only time’ll tell, only god knows
coldest under moon, hottest under sun
many gon’ come, but there is only one
soul_o, soul_o, soul_o
s_soul_o, soul_o, soul_o (there is only one)
soul_o, soul_o, soul_o
s_soul_o, soul_o, soul_o (there is only one)
soul_o, soul_o, soul_o
s_soul_o, soul_o, soul_o (there is only one)
soul_o, soul_o, soul_o
s_soul_o, soul_o, soul_o (there is only one)
[verse 3]
yo_yo_yo_yo look (soulo)
who else could rhyme like me
i’m making profit off of prophecy
we built this dynasty on democracy and philosophy
a lil geometry some v_g_n_ and a lot of weed
a fifth of hen, a pint of lean and a bible, g
od flow, a_b_soul, if you forget the dash you uh wish you didn’t
who am i kiddin’ i’mma artist arsonist a good samaritan with bad habits
kendrick lamar on the acid tablet
and a groove between q and langston hughes
rock if he was a rockefeller that was signed to roc_a_fella
(f_ck black hippy)
huge views we need a telescope to tell you dope
i’m not like you, i close my eyes and i see metatron’s cube
no dream to sell you though my mind move like a monsoon
lagoon it’s true i wore the waves back in high school
life’s a b_tch with stds that i just hit
the next ten years is t.d.e.’s
i got dough but i used to shine poor unlike shyne po
cause now shyne po’and shyne shine no mo’
thats how it goes when ya cons outweighin’ ya pros
i got three eyes two lungs full of og but only one—

- black hippy

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