If It Comes
Apply pressure hard
First off no second thoughts
Um
Hate breed on this level
Breed on this level
On this level
On this level
Um
Apply pressure hard
First off no second thoughts
Easy come easy G O
God willin, God chillin
9 mili or that special
Hate breed on this level
Devils, what you like
Is what they tell you
I ain't got that problem
I'll say sorry tomorrow
If it comes
What I like no aqui
Unseen like Saschies puta
Illuminate and grow rico
Fall trying to compete wit estupido
Fck what chu do
Just don't be him
I laugh and I grine
Much to my chagrin
I'm seeing what really wins
My soul intact and still I'm here
That's roses worthy
Zamundas callin
I'm stealing the crown from Jaffa
Then wagin war for the pu$$y
Who your son gone procreate wit
Oh lord
Concripsit or lyrist
I aint doing this
The eye seen this lick
I been ten toes with my damn self
Let me down, the shame burns loud
All pressure
Pipe get her
Exploded reloaded
A treasure trove, i'm looting it
Rebooting it, the 80s back
I seen a walking man, dash to the cash
Unknowingly
Journey beautiful as a single leave
As it breezes by
The poems of Dubai these bitches write
Demons and Gods protect this body
Sorry not sorry
Holy not Holy
A pocket of posies
A pocket of homegrown leaf
The adolescent speaks
Meet the world and the young that lead
To where, the abyss
I need another hit
And another hit
I'm big lit
I'm running 8 miles in the morning
I'm different breed
I think different
Vibe different
Its lost in space and time different
But I
But I
Apply the pressure hard
Apply the pressure hard
Apply the pressure hard
First off no second thoughts
Easy come easy G O
God willin, God chillin
9 mili or that special
Or that special
Hate Breed on this level
On this level
Um
Degraded and love it
You love it to a degree
Till it's aimed at your peace
Till it's aimed at the inner freak
Jesus told me, peter disowned me
The sun is cold, the moon is hot
A body drop, retaliate or nah
God willin, God chillin
God chillin
Apply the pressure hard
First off no second thoughts
God willin, God chillin
God willin, God chillin
God willin, God chillin
God willin, God chillin
Apply the pressure hard
First off no second thoughts
Easy come, easy G O
God willin, God Chillin
9 mili or that special
Hate breed on this level
Devil, what you like
Is what they tell you
I ain't got that problem
I'll say sorry tomorrow
If it comes
First off no second thoughts
Um
Hate breed on this level
Breed on this level
On this level
On this level
Um
Apply pressure hard
First off no second thoughts
Easy come easy G O
God willin, God chillin
9 mili or that special
Hate breed on this level
Devils, what you like
Is what they tell you
I ain't got that problem
I'll say sorry tomorrow
If it comes
What I like no aqui
Unseen like Saschies puta
Illuminate and grow rico
Fall trying to compete wit estupido
Fck what chu do
Just don't be him
I laugh and I grine
Much to my chagrin
I'm seeing what really wins
My soul intact and still I'm here
That's roses worthy
Zamundas callin
I'm stealing the crown from Jaffa
Then wagin war for the pu$$y
Who your son gone procreate wit
Oh lord
Concripsit or lyrist
I aint doing this
The eye seen this lick
I been ten toes with my damn self
Let me down, the shame burns loud
All pressure
Pipe get her
Exploded reloaded
A treasure trove, i'm looting it
Rebooting it, the 80s back
I seen a walking man, dash to the cash
Unknowingly
Journey beautiful as a single leave
As it breezes by
The poems of Dubai these bitches write
Demons and Gods protect this body
Sorry not sorry
Holy not Holy
A pocket of posies
A pocket of homegrown leaf
The adolescent speaks
Meet the world and the young that lead
To where, the abyss
I need another hit
And another hit
I'm big lit
I'm running 8 miles in the morning
I'm different breed
I think different
Vibe different
Its lost in space and time different
But I
But I
Apply the pressure hard
Apply the pressure hard
Apply the pressure hard
First off no second thoughts
Easy come easy G O
God willin, God chillin
9 mili or that special
Or that special
Hate Breed on this level
On this level
Um
Degraded and love it
You love it to a degree
Till it's aimed at your peace
Till it's aimed at the inner freak
Jesus told me, peter disowned me
The sun is cold, the moon is hot
A body drop, retaliate or nah
God willin, God chillin
God chillin
Apply the pressure hard
First off no second thoughts
God willin, God chillin
God willin, God chillin
God willin, God chillin
God willin, God chillin
Apply the pressure hard
First off no second thoughts
Easy come, easy G O
God willin, God Chillin
9 mili or that special
Hate breed on this level
Devil, what you like
Is what they tell you
I ain't got that problem
I'll say sorry tomorrow
If it comes
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