Ballads - xxxCr3

Wasn't used to taking orders, if I'm rude, my apologies I never been a follower, I'm addicted to the power So I've studied the remains of the game, I'm an archaeologist More money, more problems That's a tough pill to swallow if you ain't about that shit that you be talkin' Three holes in his head, bowling balled him Who's brawling, nah You calling God, but shit, me too, he gotta hear one of us I can give him a chance to meet you if you wanna Cool Cat backed in that corner, ooh, I got a boner Please show me my opponent You and your homie, he with you, that's a bonus 1-1, 2 shots, that's Sabonis Never had squat, tried keeping up with the Joneses Try wearing off-knocks, niggas popular with Junior Nigga I been hungry, for a time I was homeless I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment Atonement in my tone Ownership is the only shit I've been voyaging Voices in my head and then I go record it I've been ordered by the Lord Kill the beat, beat a dead horse Ill swordsman, sportsmanship That's horseshit, copious corpses Outsourcing for resources You got a gun, we got assortments They make appointments, joint rolling, join forces And we rejoice when real niggas lift their voices for the voiceless Uh, uh, yeah Aw shit, uh Aw, fuck man Uh, yeah Fuck shit up Let the machi-, uh (yeah) Yeah, let the Machine go Let the, yeah, let that shit up Stash boxes for the straps in the navigator Don C alligator A lot of rappers they just imaginative exaggerators Box landed, take them packs and put them on the calculator Weigh it up and stash it bro, I'm coming back to bag it later That bitch bad, I'ma bag her then go stab her later Got the pussy free, I didn't have to pay her Got the bags so if it come to that, trust me, I have the paper But I'm just that nigga, I ain't have to get her drunk or incapacitate her Yeah, I'm MVP form like Shaq for Lakers Ain't no silverware in the trap, fuck it, grab a hanger Ratchet sprayer, Buffalo got the highest murder rate in New York state That's a fact, check the stats and data I was deep in them trenches Homeless in Atlanta, sleeping on benches Now bitches see me in this Benz and it's peakin' they interest Dawg caught a body, L-I-F-E was the sentence He gave his life to God, seeking repentance Yeah

Radio waves are coming miles and miles Bringing only empty boats Whatever feeling they had when they sailed Somehow slipped out between the notes Out on the desert now and feeling lost The bonnet wears a wire albatross Monster ballads and the stations of the cross Sighing just a little bit Sighing just a little bit And I was thinking 'bout what Katy done Thinking 'bout what Katy did The fairest daughter of the Pharaoh's son Dressed in gold 'neath pyramids Out on the desert now and feeling lost The bonnet wears a wire albatross Monster ballads and the stations of the cross Sighing just a little bit Sighing just a little bit Ones and zeroes bleeding mesa noise And when you're empty there's so much space for them You turn it off but then a still small voice Comes in blazing from some vast horizon And I was thinking 'bout my river days And I was thinking 'bout me and Jim Passing Cairo on a getaway With every steamboat like a hymn Out on the desert now I'm feeling lost The bonnet wears a wire albatross Monster ballads and the stations of the cross Sighing just a little bit Smiling just a little bit