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left lane didon & tha god fahim - armageddon lyrics

[intro: jay nice]
it’s flair jordan
new fly talk
this some old frankie lymon in the bathroom sh+t
staring into the broken mirror

[verse 1: jay nice]
check it
i’ll take your very far
you know the saying “no matter where you going, the earth n+gga, there you are”
life is precious and we cherish ours and barely talk
solace is gold and the noise you making, we don’t hear at all
don’t get my ears involved, i got both of them covered
i’m the black macaulay culkin you wouldn’t dare to rob
you slippin, hearing fog, whoops, set the b00by traps
your neck’ll truly snap, yes i executed that
they knew never knew i rap, i kept it smooth with that
now i’m next to legends, repping, stepping to the cash
finessing through the stash, them blue strips is glistening
like a plate of new chicken sitting, the food is delicious
that mood is consistent, match my cool intuition
the b+tch had a attitude, i had to move and get the distance
ha, be back for you around christmas
uh, that’s some proof that i’m gifted
the modern day jay nice, i swear i been here before
four score and zero years ago when young flaire was born
the modern day jay nice, i swear i been here before
four score and zero years ago, flaire was born
[verse 2: left lane didon]
peep, immobiliare in the rarest form
the dumpers coming, you can hear the h+rns
clear the lawn
the hoes staring hard, yeah you confident but you wear it wrong
and my ambience mirror farrakhan
the chair was bronze, the crown came, it appeared with th+rns
the loud came, now i’m airborne from here on
came to shift the culture, haters sick to they stomach
my n+gga picture oceans
i sit and wonder how sometimes relationships get blunter
can’t wait on the next man
ribs ’bout to connect fam, that’s a different hunger
they say “as man think if so, is he”
i threw the food in the blender like whoa, it’s me
i dropped a baby in water, that’s pregnancy
i let it dry on the paper like chicken wings
this is me, i pen rhymes in calligraphy
bend dimes off the energy then spin em like rotisserie
i’m out, ain’t no point in getting into me
i’m into getting cheese explicitly, i’m tipping gingerly
it’s what it’s meant to be
i chipped the log, i mean i missed the tree
hit you with the arm, you gon’ wince and flee
i mean quickly breeze
my round said you had the swiftest knees he ever seen on god’s green earth
n+ggas bars need work, and they songs be worse
you need girth? you’d better call me first
we the gawds, leave you knot kneed, twerp
f+ck a fade, i make your top lean, dirt
then run away with the ‘not me” smirk
retain something, ‘fore you talk read first
the rebirth is obvious
n+ggas popping sh+t like pac n sh+t, until they end getting robbed or messed
sh+t is boggling, david robinson while he mock us in
sh+t is not pretend, i’m off the hinge
a living momument, n+gga it’s finna get wild as sh+t
all these actions gon’ lead to consequence
yeah he lit but that ain’t always it, i’m colder
and that’s till it’s over, dumpacalypse
sh+t

- left lane didon tha god fahim lyrics

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