Life of Juno Allah, Vol. 1
We are safe from the axial, Nobody has to know dear
These four walls contain the world, For now, it's all in the past
Feelin' just like I'm Scarface, My heart pace, similar to a car chase
My car's face, villa with a guitar case, Her God's face, chillin' up in this All Saints
Them hard days, feelin' like it was Shawshank, A hot dog, I'm drillin' up with these off ranks
I called bank, and hit it off the glass, Man, my money robbed Kevlar and he ain't have a mask
Shit was fucked up, man, man, he was on his last, And still came back and had to split it with the aves, Had these demons gettin' visits from my past, I remember nights, some niggas didn't make it
Back, I remember nights, I had to give away the pack, A cracker hit them lights, and a nigga hit
The gas, Flashin' with the right, then the getaway was fast, It'd be natural life if they catch me
With this gadget, Uh, and if they catch me, it'd be tragic, Magic, they will never catch me
Cause I practice Atlas, I can pick my bitch out from a pageant, Imagine, you was on your dick
And you ain't have shit, Uh, and my album's done, Life of Juno, Allah, nigga, volume one, Uh-huh
And my album's done, Life of Juno, Allah, nigga, value one, Ladies and gentlemen
I wanna thank y'all for comin' out tonight, Some bad bitches in the building, yeah
These four walls contain the world, For now, it's all in the past
Feelin' just like I'm Scarface, My heart pace, similar to a car chase
My car's face, villa with a guitar case, Her God's face, chillin' up in this All Saints
Them hard days, feelin' like it was Shawshank, A hot dog, I'm drillin' up with these off ranks
I called bank, and hit it off the glass, Man, my money robbed Kevlar and he ain't have a mask
Shit was fucked up, man, man, he was on his last, And still came back and had to split it with the aves, Had these demons gettin' visits from my past, I remember nights, some niggas didn't make it
Back, I remember nights, I had to give away the pack, A cracker hit them lights, and a nigga hit
The gas, Flashin' with the right, then the getaway was fast, It'd be natural life if they catch me
With this gadget, Uh, and if they catch me, it'd be tragic, Magic, they will never catch me
Cause I practice Atlas, I can pick my bitch out from a pageant, Imagine, you was on your dick
And you ain't have shit, Uh, and my album's done, Life of Juno, Allah, nigga, volume one, Uh-huh
And my album's done, Life of Juno, Allah, nigga, value one, Ladies and gentlemen
I wanna thank y'all for comin' out tonight, Some bad bitches in the building, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Marrk Harris
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