Dashous Clayy - Stoned Scriptures

I got the game lig locked with a butter knife
Fucked up a few bags nigga what life
Good times with JJ art I'm Din-o-mite
In Houston in my slab looking for a slice
She relaxes my thoughts call her head ice
This the survival series and I'm the perfect plex
Bitch call me Keith I'm make you sweat
Bitch call me Keith I'm make you sweat
Pop bottles, make babies real passion
Gucci shoes dinner dates nigga high fashion
Gold buckles in spaceships in sky mansion
Vegas influenced light weights Steve Maddens
In the casino trump tight I'm bout to seal it
Imagine be the biggest nigga and u can feel it
Ill tempered too much emotion could and go kill it
Took back to east coast now I could deal it huh
These holy scriptures should never ever be shared
When you on the moon try to walk I double dare
Diamonds are forever and so are these scriptures
NBC can't be owned black get the picture
You see people who do big things
And you automatically say that guy so lucky she's so lucky
You don't know that your assuming that
Quite using the word luck
Quite believing in luck
And start believing in Work

Written by:
Charles Hamwright

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