On the road to riches its dark but still sprinting
OMG I'm innocent, but I'm still killing
All my critics, predecessors and white women
With kindnesses
Chill, I promise I didn't do it I DID IT
In miami all white 1 stain color chrism
Laughing hard happy to be escaping f*cking prison
Everybody mad I voted for the same billion
Naire majority of hip-hop represented
Looking at me with devilish stairs, my ass, kiss it
Somebody passed me the ye-button I'm bout to hit it
Don't make me pull my trump-card
Im temperamental
Doctors got me on Zo-loft and other prescriptions
Please don't compare-me to old rappers
Walking round with canes cross the street backwards
I'm aware of, why I came
Love and war is all fair Phil Jackson
Pass me the ball, take the play book and trash it
45 or 23, who, ever you clash with
Would say I'm the greatest Mike Phelps and Jackson
10 years from now watch me out last them
Bitch catch me in traffic
This is black magic
No this is really black magic
I am not a rapper
I repeat I am not a rapper
Look in my eyes dog right my pupils
If I'm your rival why would I bite you
To be honest I like you
To be honest I'm spiteful
Put my music on tidal
John 316 couldn't fit in the haiku
They keep calling me crazy
Cause I go to the bathroom
Just to talk to my idol
So much love in the church
Until we outside you
They pinned me in a corner
No telling what I might do
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On the road to riches its dark but still sprinting
OMG I'm innocent, but I'm still killing
All my critics, predecessors and white women
With kindnesses
Chill, I promise I didn't do it I DID IT
In miami all white 1 stain color chrism
Laughing hard happy to be escaping f*cking prison
Everybody mad I voted for the same billion
Naire majority of hip-hop represented
Looking at me with devilish stairs, my ass, kiss it
Somebody passed me the ye-button I'm bout to hit it
Don't make me pull my trump-card
Im temperamental
Doctors got me on Zo-loft and other prescriptions
Please don't compare-me to old rappers
Walking round with canes cross the street backwards
I'm aware of, why I came
Love and war is all fair Phil Jackson
Pass me the ball, take the play book and trash it
45 or 23, who, ever you clash with
Would say I'm the greatest Mike Phelps and Jackson
10 years from now watch me out last them
Bitch catch me in traffic
This is black magic
No this is really black magic
I am not a rapper
I repeat I am not a rapper
Look in my eyes dog right my pupils
If I'm your rival why would I bite you
To be honest I like you
To be honest I'm spiteful
Put my music on tidal
John 316 couldn't fit in the haiku
They keep calling me crazy
Cause I go to the bathroom
Just to talk to my idol
So much love in the church
Until we outside you
They pinned me in a corner
No telling what I might do
OMG I'm innocent, but I'm still killing
All my critics, predecessors and white women
With kindnesses
Chill, I promise I didn't do it I DID IT
In miami all white 1 stain color chrism
Laughing hard happy to be escaping f*cking prison
Everybody mad I voted for the same billion
Naire majority of hip-hop represented
Looking at me with devilish stairs, my ass, kiss it
Somebody passed me the ye-button I'm bout to hit it
Don't make me pull my trump-card
Im temperamental
Doctors got me on Zo-loft and other prescriptions
Please don't compare-me to old rappers
Walking round with canes cross the street backwards
I'm aware of, why I came
Love and war is all fair Phil Jackson
Pass me the ball, take the play book and trash it
45 or 23, who, ever you clash with
Would say I'm the greatest Mike Phelps and Jackson
10 years from now watch me out last them
Bitch catch me in traffic
This is black magic
No this is really black magic
I am not a rapper
I repeat I am not a rapper
Look in my eyes dog right my pupils
If I'm your rival why would I bite you
To be honest I like you
To be honest I'm spiteful
Put my music on tidal
John 316 couldn't fit in the haiku
They keep calling me crazy
Cause I go to the bathroom
Just to talk to my idol
So much love in the church
Until we outside you
They pinned me in a corner
No telling what I might do
Writer: Jabar Rolle
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid