Doves Fly
Everybody 1 double O
Bunch of could have, would have Niggas that will never blow
You know how it go
I'm a push the envelope
No stamp
Cuz the postmark was paid for
Past 4
Guess what she stayed for
We might fuck
That's what's she shaved her legs for
Couldn't go the depths with Johnny Depp
I'm powder fresh in the Ursus
Verzuz
Arguing the verdict
I'm allergic to petty shit
Unmitigated gall
Start to sound like Stephen Smith
First Take the chains and the rings then gimmie this
Matter fact, strip bitch
Then you can skinny dip
Split
If the Queen wanna cling to the King
It's aight
Let her do her thing
No Boiling Hot grits for Al Green
Cocoa Nut Oil for the slight sheen
Nah mean?
(What)
Sheisty individuals
Letting something off is the ritual
When them doves fly nigga
You won't see a dry eye nigga
Whoa
Dim the lights low
You gon' get exactly what you asked for
Dim the lights low
You gon' get exactly what you asked for
America's sideways
Can't you hear what election numbers say?
You can see where your neighbor morals lay
Defaulted reparations
Never paid
Never made any spare change
Circle of life
Repeat the same thang
Up the mainstream
Hand up her inseam
Til she flashed the high beams
And I crashed on morphine
I'm a fiend
I got dreams
An esteem team that reign
We got rings
My regime is extreme
Fuck a stream
Hear the screams
Of them doubters we killed
I'm fulfilled
We redeemed
Nah' da' I mean
All them soldiers who fell
On the sword "Keep It Real"
It's a thing
Foreshadowed in the Scriptures
Comprehend what you read
And you'll be richer
Sheisty individuals
Letting something off is the ritual
When them doves fly nigga
You won't see a dry eye nigga
Whoa
Dim the lights low
You gon' get exactly what you asked for
Dim the lights low
You gon' get exactly what you asked for
In search of the truth
In search of something to sink your teeth into
The eyes of the beholder
What do you believe?
How were you persuaded?
What made these Foamposites so exotic?
The environment made us
The environment shaped our minds into vaults
Soak up the game My Boy
Deposit that change and reframe from that fuck shit
Who you wit?
Who you wit?
Who you wit?
Get crunk
Who you wit?
Break bread with your people
Spread that wealth
Don't be a gate keeper
Checking niggas for boarding passes
I don't want to be you Mother Fucker
I wanna be better
Move out my way and let me be great
Let me be great
Let me be great
Let
Me
Be
Great
Bunch of could have, would have Niggas that will never blow
You know how it go
I'm a push the envelope
No stamp
Cuz the postmark was paid for
Past 4
Guess what she stayed for
We might fuck
That's what's she shaved her legs for
Couldn't go the depths with Johnny Depp
I'm powder fresh in the Ursus
Verzuz
Arguing the verdict
I'm allergic to petty shit
Unmitigated gall
Start to sound like Stephen Smith
First Take the chains and the rings then gimmie this
Matter fact, strip bitch
Then you can skinny dip
Split
If the Queen wanna cling to the King
It's aight
Let her do her thing
No Boiling Hot grits for Al Green
Cocoa Nut Oil for the slight sheen
Nah mean?
(What)
Sheisty individuals
Letting something off is the ritual
When them doves fly nigga
You won't see a dry eye nigga
Whoa
Dim the lights low
You gon' get exactly what you asked for
Dim the lights low
You gon' get exactly what you asked for
America's sideways
Can't you hear what election numbers say?
You can see where your neighbor morals lay
Defaulted reparations
Never paid
Never made any spare change
Circle of life
Repeat the same thang
Up the mainstream
Hand up her inseam
Til she flashed the high beams
And I crashed on morphine
I'm a fiend
I got dreams
An esteem team that reign
We got rings
My regime is extreme
Fuck a stream
Hear the screams
Of them doubters we killed
I'm fulfilled
We redeemed
Nah' da' I mean
All them soldiers who fell
On the sword "Keep It Real"
It's a thing
Foreshadowed in the Scriptures
Comprehend what you read
And you'll be richer
Sheisty individuals
Letting something off is the ritual
When them doves fly nigga
You won't see a dry eye nigga
Whoa
Dim the lights low
You gon' get exactly what you asked for
Dim the lights low
You gon' get exactly what you asked for
In search of the truth
In search of something to sink your teeth into
The eyes of the beholder
What do you believe?
How were you persuaded?
What made these Foamposites so exotic?
The environment made us
The environment shaped our minds into vaults
Soak up the game My Boy
Deposit that change and reframe from that fuck shit
Who you wit?
Who you wit?
Who you wit?
Get crunk
Who you wit?
Break bread with your people
Spread that wealth
Don't be a gate keeper
Checking niggas for boarding passes
I don't want to be you Mother Fucker
I wanna be better
Move out my way and let me be great
Let me be great
Let me be great
Let
Me
Be
Great
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Writer(s): Edd Caldwell Jr.
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