The El got a Slow Burn

Yea
Bitch I'm back like a vertebrae
Up like the murder rate
Trump in the office
Then I guess I know my faith
Eat food season
That's a rapper on my plate
Red snapper
And she put the platter in my face
King shit
You can see the pharaoh in my traits
Fake shit
See it like mascara on her face
Nigga wait
She Medusa
She be moving like a snake
Good vibes only
You ain't fucking up my day

Fuck what you like
This is God talking
Fuck what you like
This is God talking

Fuck a hook
I'ma get 'em with these lines G
See I made it out the jungle like Jumanji
You know Nigga keep a scheme like a Ponzi
Plus you know I got appeal like a Cosby
The El got a slow burn as the world turns
Hard head Nigga
Guess I'm never gon' learn
Ill shit
Nasty when he spit
Tell 'em don't squirm
Big worm with the perm
Lay it down firm
Nat the dread with the head
Nigga don't comb
Steelo Michelangelo
Nigga so stoned
So gone
Man I ain't been home in so long
Take the world on all alone
You so strong

Fuck what you like
This is God talking
Fuck what you like
This is God talking

Yea
God talking let me breathe
The mediation from the trees
I contemplated everything
And everything is everything
I gave the game a wedding ring
I'm higher off adrenaline
I turn the pain to medicine
And then I'm back to menacing
You know I re-up with the flows
Like you re-up with the O's
I adios and see ya
For the pizzeria
Steelo had to get the dough
And I ain't even tryna flex
A nigga really need the check
And I even gon' front
Them bills be coming every month
The love of money be the root
Love ya people we salute
I keep an El up in the coupe
I pull up pass that shit to you
And I ain't even gon' lie
Some birds don't fly
Some fall from the sky
And look the devil in his eyes



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