Song 10 Lyrics

Chain smoking on the 18th floor
Aunt Jackie had the cinnamon rolls that keep you begging for more
And park in Arkansas, we used to revolve through many altered cause
Swing back like a revolving door
To evolve, be quiet and get ready for more
Like a cinnamon roll with a hole in the middle
You gotta feel if it's really in your destiny
Gonna go take the wheel, I'mma sit back and chill
I don't get the appeal of a bitch with two Dodge Chargers and tats on her root chakra
That's ill, black people meet defeat and we bring receipts Unify and keep thе cypher complete
Thе god came back better than the rest of the fleet
Aunt Jackie brought tea, crisp icy, we stomp through the heat
I'm alive, feel the breeze, still sipping
On the edge, I was still tipping
Four million volts wattage
I pump just to get my results
I'm a pro, bet I get my resource
In the family we feel chaos, meaning calamity
Take a step back so we can all push upward
Lock hands with your brother
Pull up or get pulled under
Lock hands with your sister
Unified it gets bigger

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