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sts - faraway lands كلمات الأغنية

[verse sts]
hop off the flight, i’m talking money at the gate
we speak in euro when we conversation
i’m trying to figure this conversion rate
cause now we out in london, therefor we talking franks
i’m talking pound, they think i’m talking dope
i’m talking about doing sh-t my n-ggas ain’t done before
i’m talking to the locals, it’s where i need to go
they said you talking fly, boy you talking savile rogue
stay the flow like paddle-boats
when most fell for that okay-doke
but my rope-a-dope is so ali
and my train of thought is so kweli
dear gold, ya’ll know it’s me
see them hoes they notice me
scrambling to get close to me
you get one shot, and we toastin’ me
i don’t care who you supposed to be
i’m a rapper n-gga you supposed to be
n-gga thinking about roasting me
yo best bet is to put the toast to me
and that’s ghostly, is you scared
one hit and get bared
these verses hitting like bear
my word is bond and i’m there
nice as this, my life is this
enlighten people, get hype to this
this theme music for the armageddon
i just might bring back christ to this
lighting spliffs, and writing rhymes
this life and times of one sugar shorty
n-ggas told me we k!lled the show and all i remember is the after-party
after that, the hotel lobby
[????]
after that is all said and done we still smoking on bomb three
bear one keep scratching that, sts my rapping -ss
keep rolling up this cali chronic so much i should’ve been aftermath
hope my n-ggas don’t have to p-ss
south side i come out the cash
summer time in this crazy world and i just crumble herb and burn hash

[bridge]

[verse 2 sts]
from the house of gold, i built on my own
representing the game of thrones
they’ll sing songs about songs i sang
and birth children that share my name
debts paid like a lanister
please, would you mind your manners sir
ya’ll don’t know sh-t about me
and i’ll crack your f-cking canister
old schooling these amateurs
as i slide down like a banister
in my wide-body, my side shorty
she shotgun as we drive shorty
like clyde shorty i’m trail-blazing
l’s lit, my eyes asian
representing that south side
but i copping philly n-gga, key-taking
my real world your dream world
your dream girl, my side b-tch
all i know is wet p-ssy
all they do is dry-snitch
though they said you can’t take it with you
i still pray i die rich
ya’ll scatter my ashes across the sky
bury me on some fly sh-t
’til then my dear friends we back and forth like pendulums
two hoes on my emblem
and i’m polo’d down like wimbledon
so london bridges, i’m bending them
we had to drive on the right side
[?] rainy day, london fog got me looking on the bright side
cause i could’ve been where i shouldn’t have been
in the hood spot with a fifth of hen
bagging b-tches like gentleman, then cl!ck-clack, the end
but no short story we get booked
where n-ggas ain’t so they get shocked
but the b-tches ain’t, they want a good look
and i stole her heart cause i’m a good crook
hey bear one keep scratching that, sts my rapping -ss
keep rolling up this cali chronic so much i should’ve been aftermath
hope my n-ggas don’t have to p-ss
if i [die my n-ggas???] don’t have to ask
i was going so hard i forgot to add gentleman of leisure & development
you know the tag

[bridge]

- sts

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