Farma Two
You goddamn right
Tylisha bring the jubilee
Shootin colors and sparks out the fingertips
I'm straight from fillory
Twist my fingers
Manipulate the fragile earth thats around me
Too much energy
The soil might crack
It ain't black
Nah not Like me
Safe to assume that
I'm built to last baby
Nothing like ford
I stuff the chroloplast inside the gas mask
And its on
Lickupon
Like viktor Vaughan
And ask how it taste
Poupon
I pull up on
I want the mustard and wraith
So Give em up
Without a fight
And everyone can go safe
I rip the wires out ya router
Then I'm hacking the mainframe
Ya billions wasnt shit but some characters on the screen
So I hit backspace like 8 times
Don't fuck with me
You playing games
Dont play with me though
Seasonal
Nah
I'm working all year
I'ma ball
Till ya fall
Rusty ankles
Bonafide with the cross... over baby
Like the time the bat met up with spawn
I forewarn
The opposition before I'm on
Stay tf out my way or have ya spirit reborn
They cant see what I'm doing
Nor fathom the weight
Until another nigga that's great
Tells em its great
It's all fake
So muhfuck what they say
It's all fate
Whatevers meant for the God
They cant take
They cant take
Tylisha bring the jubilee
Shootin colors and sparks out the fingertips
I'm straight from fillory
Twist my fingers
Manipulate the fragile earth thats around me
Too much energy
The soil might crack
It ain't black
Nah not Like me
Safe to assume that
I'm built to last baby
Nothing like ford
I stuff the chroloplast inside the gas mask
And its on
Lickupon
Like viktor Vaughan
And ask how it taste
Poupon
I pull up on
I want the mustard and wraith
So Give em up
Without a fight
And everyone can go safe
I rip the wires out ya router
Then I'm hacking the mainframe
Ya billions wasnt shit but some characters on the screen
So I hit backspace like 8 times
Don't fuck with me
You playing games
Dont play with me though
Seasonal
Nah
I'm working all year
I'ma ball
Till ya fall
Rusty ankles
Bonafide with the cross... over baby
Like the time the bat met up with spawn
I forewarn
The opposition before I'm on
Stay tf out my way or have ya spirit reborn
They cant see what I'm doing
Nor fathom the weight
Until another nigga that's great
Tells em its great
It's all fake
So muhfuck what they say
It's all fate
Whatevers meant for the God
They cant take
They cant take
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Writer(s): Julian Johnson
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