[Verse 1] She call me jade tree 'Cause I'm jaded while I'm blowing and a homie can see I'm in a dark room, I still be sunning out the air strip Planes landing on planes landing on an air blimp, shit falling in vain I fuck up your shit, the come up like paradise lost You seen them palm trees glitter in that paradise frost I fuck up your shit, like the old testament Testament to your faith that you keep me in bed Sloppy voodoo with my eyes, they be nothing too special But my brain fuse a pupil to the thought of the devil SOS if you think SOS translate to you scared But SOS stand for SUS on SUS, suspended in air I'ma cut you in your flight, you a razor through clouds A white light angel in a heavy weight realm I fuck up your shit like Drake on xanny You was sad but now you write about your thoughts on xanny I'ma steep you in the water, watch a grown man squirm It ain't my fault you crossed over to the spirited world We walky-talky through the valley of the shadow of death You gon' shadow me every move I make, you make it next
[Verse 2] Don't let the way I be looking confuse up your acts Judges, I'm the Genesis, Exodus come next Ezra Nehemiah, homie Isaiah, Habakkuk, habitat Cooking rock soup, don't let the rookie be shook Lurk the dirt on the apostles and the good samaritans Coming down from the pulpit with gems in the Benz Daddies call me young grim 'cause my body a ghost I'm looking like a female covered in Jacob's coats Nike socks split open on Moses' rocks They call me a Malachi, Dubai, messenger of the scribe They call me Young Thug's crown, pass heritage down Bobby, Whitney, Matthew, Luke and Mark I'ma tell you while you at it, get a lukewarm dart We gon' shoot a weak bitch with the weakest shot She gon' fall from the heavens into witches' pot And then we gon' say AmenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
