Eboneezah
Uh, yeah, where my money at
Said you don't wanna get caught with a hunnid pounds
Ah, Shit, what a cunning man
Run 'em down, empty their pockets and on to the next
Got all of this gold on my body
Snatching the mic is a hobby
Found me a grip at the bottom
Going I told em be back by the morning
Speak up, cuz the, Mic on
Got 'em running in his white night gown
Tool tucked had to tell 'em pipe down
Tool tucked in on the nightstand
Rottweiler best watch the bite back
On your best day Imma nightmare
Don't step to me, Ion fight fair
With some nice hair, Yippi Ki Yay
Always Unbreakable Focus
They always question the motive
Fuck all that talk Imma show 'em
Tell me you better than I'm pullin over
Dont lose your focus on 'em
Might lose your whole persona
I battled with some bottles
Lost focus on the problem
I'm checking over shoulders
Man you existing cautious
I know they out there watching
Always think they on to something
I confess, I was humble, shit, give it a rest
I attest, only thing stopping me now is well myself
I need help, but in love with thoughts of abusing the rim
Wheres my partner, since they shot Him
Its been hard to gain a grip, abuse the rim
Kept a posse possessive of all my problems
Regardless I kept on marching
Without 'em I found no solace
Imma
Keep running, Keep running, Home
We want it, We want it, All
Keep running, Keep running, Home
We want it, We want it, All
Speak up you ain't even clear the high hats
Don't stop we ain't even reach the climax
Wanna talk, Imma hit 'em in the right leg
John Wilkes Booth got me aiming at his top hat
Big dog, motherfucker you wanna wombat
Capcom, Batman, Mortal Kombat
Man I told 'em, He wanna war now
Said Imma doggy, when all the whores out
Whole ocean, bringing the Porsche out
Rorschach my back, not timid
Run that, fall back don't risk it
I'm mad, all gas no drifting
Huh, damn, man overboard
Hitting the ground he get crossed off the court
Put up like 50, oh boy
Feel like Arenas, Agent of Noise
Love me some women, no kidding
My lady Dominican sipping that cinnamon
All of my diligence, led me astray
I keep on regardless, we all gonna age
Said you don't wanna get caught with a hunnid pounds
Ah, Shit, what a cunning man
Run 'em down, empty their pockets and on to the next
Got all of this gold on my body
Snatching the mic is a hobby
Found me a grip at the bottom
Going I told em be back by the morning
Speak up, cuz the, Mic on
Got 'em running in his white night gown
Tool tucked had to tell 'em pipe down
Tool tucked in on the nightstand
Rottweiler best watch the bite back
On your best day Imma nightmare
Don't step to me, Ion fight fair
With some nice hair, Yippi Ki Yay
Always Unbreakable Focus
They always question the motive
Fuck all that talk Imma show 'em
Tell me you better than I'm pullin over
Dont lose your focus on 'em
Might lose your whole persona
I battled with some bottles
Lost focus on the problem
I'm checking over shoulders
Man you existing cautious
I know they out there watching
Always think they on to something
I confess, I was humble, shit, give it a rest
I attest, only thing stopping me now is well myself
I need help, but in love with thoughts of abusing the rim
Wheres my partner, since they shot Him
Its been hard to gain a grip, abuse the rim
Kept a posse possessive of all my problems
Regardless I kept on marching
Without 'em I found no solace
Imma
Keep running, Keep running, Home
We want it, We want it, All
Keep running, Keep running, Home
We want it, We want it, All
Speak up you ain't even clear the high hats
Don't stop we ain't even reach the climax
Wanna talk, Imma hit 'em in the right leg
John Wilkes Booth got me aiming at his top hat
Big dog, motherfucker you wanna wombat
Capcom, Batman, Mortal Kombat
Man I told 'em, He wanna war now
Said Imma doggy, when all the whores out
Whole ocean, bringing the Porsche out
Rorschach my back, not timid
Run that, fall back don't risk it
I'm mad, all gas no drifting
Huh, damn, man overboard
Hitting the ground he get crossed off the court
Put up like 50, oh boy
Feel like Arenas, Agent of Noise
Love me some women, no kidding
My lady Dominican sipping that cinnamon
All of my diligence, led me astray
I keep on regardless, we all gonna age
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Writer(s): Braidyn Johnson
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