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ferris blusa & jamil honesty - solomon grundy lyrics

[verse 1]
it was written, ’cause i wrote it (ferris)
it’s time you n+ggas give me back and focus
i am the magnum opus (opus)
that ragtag group you got is hopeless
stop lyin’ to ’em, i don’t think they noticed (they don’t)
i can only shrug my shoulder (shoulder)
the homie ridin’ with me, not a joker
you just got one strike, dennis schröder (schröder)
now you walkin’ in a toga, chest all out
all them shots i hear you throwin’ (i hear you), i’m catchin’ ’em like jefferson
mine is minnesota (‘sota), collins’ nova scotia

[chorus]
my new sh+t
but never had a odor from the country fried okra
now i traumatize and fold the compatish (’tish)
you stuck insidе the house, but i was livin’
i was happy, you was livid, i was baggin’ up the digits, now i’m fixin’
to gеt these n+ggas’ mind right
gettin’ tired of waitin’ ’til the time right, aim it with the iron sight
yeah, the rhymes tight, i’m still waitin’ on the limelight
but i never been the famous type, so nevermind in hindsight

[verse 2]
all black attire (attire), closest thing to iron mike
you struggle when you write (you do), man, i swear, it’s easy guidin’ kites
married to the game (game), make haters throw a lot of rice
new tux, huarache nikes, i kind of live a bosses’ life (gawd gawd)
ain’t sh+t funny, n+gga, wanda sykes (at all)
i be ridin’ with my n+ggas, whether wrong or right, right? (right?)
you know how it goes, k!ller flows, known for takin’ souls
leavin’ flesh and bones all over them crossroads
that was lazy (lazy), i swear, i’m usually busy
goin’ crazy (crazy), they wish for me in hades (crazy)
they say gawd’s born in the ’80s, i heard you the best
i mean, mabye, sh+t, either way, they pay me, i’m good, n+gga
eastside, i’m a hood n+gga (yeah), you don’t get nothin’ but blisters if you still with us, k!ller
that’s what you suppossed to do, i’m all three of the chosen few (facts)
tie a loop, steppin’ over you (you)
[chorus]
i dropped my new sh+t
but never had a odor from the country fried okra
now i traumatize and fold the compatish (’tish)
you stuck inside the house, but i was livin’
i was happy, you was livid, i was baggin’ up the digits, now i’m fixin’
to get these n+ggas’ mind right
gettin’ tired of waitin’ ’til the time right, aim it with the iron sight
yeah, the rhymes tight, i’m still waitin’ on the limelight
but i never been the famous type, so nevermind in hindsight

- ferris blusa jamil honesty lyrics

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