Mr. Myers lyrics

by

PJ


Like blue magic, this ain't nothing but them f*cking roots, uhh
Don't matter, who had it, once i get it i ain't letting go
And they tell me i'm too pessimistic, they ain't listen when i let em' know
I got enough shine to blind Scott Summers, you ain't eating that pot rumble
Hard body, make rocks stumble, my pet peeve be that weak sh*t
You don't work you can't eat sh*t, my granny passed and that killed me
So i kill y'all, call it revenge, know she steady watching over me
Know my n*ggas love me like i'm ODB, if i overdose, let the records show
Ain't a n*gga living standing over me
5 sumn, guarantee i still drop sumn
Guarantee they still play my sh*t, you ain't know i was the God son, uhh
Keep a verse in case the rapture come, uhh
Tell her that i really want the tongue
You don't wanna suffer when i turn the heat up, know you hear us coming from a mile away
My circle small but we big as f*ck so you better move, get up out the way
Gotta, count your blessing, learn the gospels, word to reverends
You don't wanna be assed out of my second coming with no contraceptive, gotta blessing coming
I been developing like the greatest do, know a couple people i relate it to
And we taking over like we got co-signed, but i ain't signing sh*t, ain't seeing no lines, wait
They don't wanna hear that sh*t, when a black boy fly they fear that sh*t
Shoot a black boy down it's clear they missed, still got my wings and i killed this sh*t like/

Chorus:
You know the truth, uhh, and i know the truth, ayy yea
And you know i killed it so watch what you do, turn the witness to a victim
And i don't wanna do it, but i gotta do it/x2
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