The Rock But short is something I'm not, so I don't look up a lot You wearing a Jacob watch, and fronting like they were rocks When the Mix Tap Messiah
the drums of war decended on the masses The Great Commission, forged with steel would bring disaster Religious lies had taken hold A war of murder, rape and gold
I ain't talkin' bout the ones that be glown I'm talkin' 'bout Rocafella, my home, my chain These ain't conflict diamonds, is they Jacob? Don't lie to
is affiliated Some authentic some n****s Milli Vanilli bangers Some get smoked others smoke chronic out of philly papers Game time is really Jacob watches
up like a gun in her spleen My name is Lil Wayne and I'm a microfiend! Hit me again! B-back on my 1, 2, now watch me snap like a jumpsuit I'm country like gold
Making The Band" than Diddy did You feel my campaign, then drop your old spouse I'm out in DC, at the white and gold house (White and gold house) Wanna
Range Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters came Dead wrong ain't it man I told niggas I ain't a Game All black gold chain,
it the next dude will So while you gotta, you better treat her nice as Hell Before she never comin' home like life in jail She a yellow road, she shine like yellow gold
make a steak upgrade I?m Fillet Mignon with a tape-up fade I see things clear through these Marc Jacobs shades Like the clarity in these jewels that Jacob
guess they haters This kinda necklace'll turn on the investigators They ain't got one problem with this Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist One white, one gold
' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, 'Check, Check Out My Melody' I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope Fo' a four finger ring, one of them gold
eyes And streams of diamonds shoot out 'Til we're wading waist deep in her brilliant love She's a little lighthouse when she Opens up her red mouth And gold
chrome, stoned sippin' on cham-pagna Rollin' ganja up in bible papers, see how high the lye can take us Through the eyes of Christ, John, Elijah, Jacob
on chrome Stoned sippin' on cham-pagna Rollin' ganja up in Bible papers See how high the lie can take us Through the eyes of Christ John, Elijah, Jacob
golfers Comin' up like Halle and Denzel, winnin' the Oscars Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold
the local store Whereupon he ordered them To cut the chains that Joseph wore Joseph got a royal pardon And a host of splendid things A chariot of gold
this new year existed Somebody get the door, fuck it, let 'em snore It's all been said before, buried in a metaphor Lucy is Hip Hop, and Jacob's a prince
my favorite rapper use to sing check check out my melody i wanna live good so should i sell dope for a four finger ring and one of them gold ropes nana