It feels like an elephant shakin' in the air
All the hell of it
You know that you're givin' up a feel of high-end
Too bad that you're high-end
For my theme song
All of the black jeans on
My body means on
I'm partin', I'm gettin' my scream on
In the kingdom
For watchin' you grin on
You see a black man with a white woman at the top floor
They don't come with your king coming
I feel a miracle packed in
Can't you see me in my black skin
No one will question me askin'
No one can be questionin' you will askin'
You ran at my Catholics
Claiming I'm overreactin'
Feelin' like the black kids that shine black beans
They can say, ready for action
Ready, ready for action, action
Oh in the mornin', and I'm throwin'
They sayin' possess, it's the omen
I keep it 300, like the Romans
300 bitches with the droves
Baby, we livin' in the mornin'
I've been a menace for the longin'
But I ain't finna, I'm devoted
And you know it, and you know it
I feel a miracle packed in
Can't you see me in my black skin
Oh in the mornin', and I'm throwin'
To follow me up cause this shit bout to go
I'm doin' by hunting, I'm outta control
But there's nowhere to go
And there's no way to slow
If I knew what I'd do in the past
I would have been blacked out on your ass
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
The world belongs and I'm floating inzan possessed, it's a omen I keep a 300 like the Romans, 300 bitches, where the trolls is they even live it.
In the moment I've been admitted, but the longest I've ever been, I'm the only.
If you know it, if you know it
Stop all that cool shit
Early morning cartoon shit
This is that cool shit
Fuck up your whole identity
I'ma win, I'ma woof
Soon as the moon hit
I'ma win, I'ma king
Back at the tone bitch
Back at the room bitch
Stop all that cool shit
These niggas ain't doing shit
Come on, hold me, what happened
You niggas ain't breathing, you gasping
They ready for action
Ready, ready for action
And I'm telling them to pick up the gas
I'm doing 500, I'm out of control
But there's nowhere to go
And there's no way to float
If I knew what I knew in the past
I would've been blacked out on your ass
God
God
God
Yeah, look it up, the mirror's up
It's kinda like a bomb
I'm doing 500, I'm out of control
But there's nowhere to go
And there's no way to float
If I knew what I knew in the past
I would've been blacked out on your ass
Soon as the moon hit
Back at the room bitch
Back at the room
So follow me, I'm cause this shit bout to go
I'm doing 500, I'm out of control
Ready, ready for action
But there's nowhere to go
And there's no way to float
If I knew what I knew in the past
I would've been blacked out on your ass
