
Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Papayas '21 |
Yeah, big blimps, killer pimps, drug dealer science |
Clients, militant pen, equivalent gun fire for hire |
Slugs thru ya papaya, fry ya, run up in your attire |
And snatch china from your vagina, roll like a tire |
I’m on the move again like a fugitive |
Slippery like a lubricant, my gun come with a duplicate |
Plus boo I shoot from the hip, like The Duke in the flicks |
The coup is a six |
How it feel to sit on a scoop of Jiff (peanut butter!) |
If I don’t toot my own horn, if it’s not me then who is? |
The street is in need of my g-influence, put a G in to win |
Feed you a timb, then let my people’s in |
Spin your vehicle with the eagle and |
Get in the Regal with the evil grim |
Get medieval and, bring needle in |
Flee in the red El Camino and |
Wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet |
Where them killers at, spray the milli mac, at your beaver hat, Marc! |
Uhh carbines, raw vines, clouds illuminate |
I Bloom a 8th, nigga let’s see how this puma taste |
You salty glutamate, from the food I ate |
My human traits scraped from a different crystal plate |
Silverback Ruger bet you wish it was the ape (bet you wish!) |
I flick a 8th, my tempo in the rector shake |
You hallucinate beluga weight |
Lumumba stakes, I ruminate my way away from section 8 |
I’m on the take, collating text with cake |
Monumental steps I’m on the Lake |
Whatever you peddling, that shit is fake! |
Glaciers of ice, a nigga shredding the rink |
I perform the breast stroke then let me tread in the pink |
I ate up the Linx |
Horizontal like I’m on a sniper plank |
Trichomes dance on the wedding cake, got that yeti stank |
Rattlesnake Fang, Langston Hughes pen heavy freight |
My real shooter he locked he shot the Dezi str8 |
I pray Allah save my soul and send me a wraith |
I’m rather unique, shallow and deep |
Medallion shadows creep on the beach |
You wallow in defeat |
8 million streams put me out in the sea |
On a yacht playing yahtzee, honorable me |
Priest, I wrestle with devils, had scuffles with gods |
Play chess with death while demons had shuffled up cards |
I flirted with murder the observer puffin cigars |
Flash back to all my peoples out there hustling hard |
Secret society, bribery is giving me anxiety |
Brings out the side of me, turns my hair white |
My eyes fiery |
In the scope off the balcony |
Same bullets made Malcolm bleed |
Too much truth can make your album seize |
Reality, I put fire and hot brimstones |
On verses that curses GZA, to Rakim thrones |
Everyone Heaven’s son, Thresh to come, guards gun slinger |
Program the beat, with just one finger |
One arena thousands of lions |
One of us triumphs, Planets aligning |
Land of the Mayans standing Zion |
From liquid swords to solid arrows, priest is the pharaoh |
On marble floors, in Grecian apparel |
Artist lyrics: Bronze Nazareth
Artist lyrics: Roc Marciano
Artist lyrics: Killah Priest