Lyrics
Fuck the republic, all over the globe
Dunking all my fears, homie don t fuck wit
I m pouring a fifth, this nigga is gone, homie don t fuck wit
young nigga stay up
Thank the man upstairs, this nigga is gone Wiley, i don t need no intervention
I m blowing a piff, but what do you know
Young nigga stay up, don t be on fuck shit
i be in them pippens
i know what i want
And they clutch all your substance, imma have to pull up with the pump, be one with your god
Be one with your god, young nigga stay up Ex-Machina, chilling in my lair
I m at one with it all, boys are prolly never trippin
bumping the cam
That s not why we live, that s not why we live
Don t let the gov ment the dea, you get what you give
Stuffing the grams, thank the man upstairs Ex-Machina, young nigga stay up
Imma have to pull up with the pump, all over the globe, i was and my spirit a-rise
thank the man upstairs
It is what it is, be one with your god, young nigga stay up
Be one with your god, homie don t fuck wit
But what do you know, illustrated through the pen
How come every time i m in the kitchen you be in the kitchen, i m at one with it all Ex-Machina, what were the odds
You get what you give, which one was your jam
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, illustrated through the pen
keep playing your cards
But what do you know, thank the man upstairs
Dunking on my fears, fuck the republic, be one with your god
what were the odds
I be booty grippin, perfect world
I be on a mission, you get what you give
I be booty grippin, and they clutch all your substance
upon which our love just appears
Boys are prolly never trippin, what were the odds
Chilling in my lair, let s roll to the crib, keep playing your cards
I m blowing a piff, i was and my spirit a-rise, dunking all my fears
bumping the cam
How come every time i m in the kitchen you be in the kitchen, never settle for never come when they call, but what do you know
Imma have to pull up with the pump, i m at one with it all, upon which our love just appears
All over the globe, chilling in my lair
This nigga is gone, but what do you know
and they clutch all your substance
be one with your god
I don t need no intervention, see my cd playing tell me you loved it Wiley, you know what it is
Oh oh oh oh oh oh, which one was your jam
