Asad Da Sage

A true king will be sacrificed
Sent on, enthralled in her cause
Whether Hollywood or collard greens
Hollywood or collard greens

I feel born to go
Slap up the massa
I always hear
But Mo you know you got back up
Da heebee jeebee flow
Crack on the practice
That capitalize on the back of the masses
Sit down
This shit getting old
I need a napkin
So much drip, like we finna flood
That's the ironic tea
Sip still on chronic
Collect in the system
Chase on yo bag
Bih run from my pistol

Wanderlust rust in material fences
Black boys employs ism of those who offending
Call our sisters bitches, like fuck seeing within
Who living in the past tense, I am ascension
Ring dumb Chain dumb
That ain't a resistance
Kingdom of slums
In the wealthiest bondage
Dilapidated that shit
Fore I hop on my comet
Fore I hop on my comet
Hop I pop all this nonsense



Credits
Writer(s): Mosiah Williams
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