Lord Sko - G.W.B.

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[intro] Yeah, uh [verse 1: lord sko] They couldn't pigeonhole the visionary I'm johnny depp when he tellin' you if the crystal heavy With benevolence keep the pistol ready Leg up on competition hittin' bitches in missionary The heartbreak kid limitless since he kicked jannetty It don't take much just to show them that this is very important person Discussions behind the curtains with turkish silk on the button up Learned a skill i was hittin' them [?] Was crunching numbers to cover lunch and a dub of bud Back when i was 15, i used to get a buck off flippin' acid tabs in ripped jeans Now i'm takin' trips across the country off of 16's Word is bond the monologue on sean connery Tell em' play the odds i'm sellin' tickets like the lottery When i'm gone they gon' need a statue to honor me Hold ceremonies so everybody can watch them carve the thing Just make sure they get my features right These rappers broke on they story posting they feature price I pack a jacket with the zebra stripes Left up out the spot around 2 or 3 just to be precise Don't forget about the light in the attic A couple vices still entice him while he fighting the habit Precious metals tend to end up in the line of the magnet Might snatch another rapper chain except it's mine when i grab it for real Asking motherfuckers what's the deal? Tell em' keep the handouts in a year you'll stand in front a mil' My verses still depict the city from a bird's eye At the concert bitches never get the words right [verse 2: wiseboy jeremy] Right footed when i step with the wrong leisure I been lookin' for direction in this raw reefer But the spliff dont make it better, i ain't calm neither Pulling strings so hard i almost hit a [?] I sing to god with a notion that i saw jesus I can't tell if with the resources i was given i could maybe try to make well No pot to piss in, stuck position profit ain't sell Word to jah, stand with my nigga josh like drake bell Murder charge on a child that ain't mean to raise hell No heaven for us black folk', and the math ain't never adding up when neighbors still attaching us to past propositions Dangle riches in our faces but we mad broke Voices from my inner child in soprano Any detour just a sign that you can't go Keep my eyes open in a sandstorm Remember when my only worry was to find out what my mans on Tenants finding living in my riddance Like home in they heart Like a flower that's grown from the dark From the water by my god given palms I'm a landlord [verse 3: lord sko & wiseboy jeremy] Lord sko got a plan Iron hand that they can't thwart Sittin' under the sun hope they understand more Don't nobody see you at your concert like your fans short Remember 7th grade written prayers in my jansport Set the table saying grace Ain't lookin to save face Can't change any values that i stand for We was on the road to jersey steady ashing them blunts What the cat got your tongue? My nigga we just rapping for fun Plenty of my favorites full off and i'll smack up they sons The jacket was 120 I ain't actually run it, but still lapping the whole game while i'm stacking my funds Matter fact i'm tryna stack this cash up fatter than pun Ayo they said the kid a star, i still be acting them stunts While me and jay just smokin' gas up in the palace and such
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