Where's the purest hearts
Where's Find the purest
Where's Find the purest hearts (it fills, it fills, it of blood)
Every year they say I'm But I left you My shit is next I raise the threat I got a permanent in the top ten
I live there, you corny niggas drop in You super lame, you don't understand music The remain And you it because you cant do it You transparent, they can't it, the fans boo it Your chick the finish line, the hood ran through it She try to act Cinderella but that ho frontin' End of the night her toes bunion, coach a pumpkin They wanna act like I owe em somethin', I don't owe em Watch you niggas break fast like they toast A perfect storm and the is flooded Mos that my flow is gutter You posers sound like your is stunted Rap diggin' ditches, working undercover Real real, we don't know each other
God? Find the hearts
Where's Find the hearts
God? Find the purest (it fills, it fills, it fills of blood)
It's new guy, all I do is make trouble On pills, now it's soundin' like the face muffled Just a normal dude, with a straight hustle I'm down to Earth yo, Challenger space collar and cold as a Coolatta I'm the king up in the so they callin' me Mufasa Kill it on the mic and I do I do proper Just watch when I'm like bada-bing bada-boom mama I'm an animal, ferocious, I suggest you approach it Or provoke it, the last time the doctor gave a prognosis He said I was out my mind in case you hadn't noticed So just pass me my bottle of so I can focus And some bomb tree, 'cause it's C-Webby and to drop heat, so the wack rappers they gwan leave Baby watch me, 'cause I'm on the top seat I'ma 'em and no one can stop me, motherfuckerer
God? Find the hearts
God? Find the purest
Where's Find the hearts (it fills, it fills, it fills of blood)
Y'all in trouble, I ain't even get my wet You know how much flesh my teeth get these beats just Seasoning, no reasoning, primalistic again When we begin to walk leaves fall from all of the and then Weaker men was their head to peek within the valley Pterodactyl, beat screech, swim and stampede begins Me and them, same species different When I bleed pen just know you're breathing in Joell Ortiz and 'em the top of the food chain, you bottom feeder I'm on fire, barely warm, koala fever I ain't even at my hottest either, y'all lally gaggin' Poppin' molly, drag, playing follow the leader Me I've been speakers, catching a body and beatin' em buffied up bodies and Bali on holiday weekends Your bitches do karate, they and you probably eatin' em Nasty,