Know Everybody Want They Mills [Kodak Black, XXXTENTACION—“Roll In Peace”]
They tryna best opponents while I’m gonna beat the game.
They call that Milton Bradley, ‘cuz the boards won’t stay the same.
Monopoly Operations over you.
If the Risk worth it, I Bop It, Bop It Extreme, Y2K.
Sign Celebrity Apprentices to clown my fake toupee;
so when I come home, and wifey ask me what I made today,
give numbers under. Vicky Secret making 50k today.
Put 10 times that in my bank.
Invest parts of that on tanks.
They should hail me the ambassador the way I’m moving ranks.
When these females acting funny, others hit them with the tranqs.
But my wood so good, she hit it, then she told her friends it’s crank;
told them that my dick is dank,
just in case you didn’t catch that.
Might not wrap it, but I pap it to make sure I didn’t catch that.
Can’t be angry, ‘cuz when I was dumb, the free tests made my head hurt.
Now, I pay for tests for women so that they won’t make my head hurt.
Psych broke liars playing woke.
Cashing quotes until y’all croak.
Make that fact ‘fore God come back,
and know I remember that.
Some y’all won’t remember that,
bet they let me roll in peace though.
If you don’t want ya hand jammed, then, uh, you really shouldn’t reach, bro;
or if you don’t want your eyes tied, then I guess you shouldn’t scry, guy.
I been risking all I have, ‘cuz I wan’ pay the city bye-byes.
I been saving all my filth, ‘cuz you can’t see the stain past tie-dye.
I don’t really watch much horror; I see demons in your Sci-fi.
I might really see tomorrow; get the grievings out my WiFi.
Keep dark matter out the blues.
Keep what matters in the news.
Barely sleep when my eyes close; converse with every planet’s moon,
every constellation’s spoon.
Arming angels with platoons
Saw Four Horsemen formed like Mustangs, got Ferrari’s coming soon.
Can’t quite hear clear, spirits talking.
I’m like big Behemoth walking.
If Leviathan was leashed to man, it’s with me he’d be stalking.
When El say so, I say sic ‘em; put the nations in a coffin.
They should give me Nobels, it’s like will.i.am, and he been Faulking.
Faulkner, if you didn’t know.
In my garden, ghosts gon’ grow
so we can get back to Eden,
pick the trees for personal O’s,
and then I can roll in peace.
Jason, in my Golden Fleece.
Something like the coldest sheikh,
I don’t even notice deen.
Secret weapon got a secret, and they know it’s me.
You ain’t even reading Beezus.
Why you gotta ‘Mona lease?
You don’t wanna bleed, then breathe.
If you wanna be, indeed.
Act more like a gonna be,
kill off every wannabe.
I been showin’ them the love you said you got for me.
I been throwing hoes free love because they ride for me, and died for 3.
Lately all this noise round ghosts.
Carry them from coast to coast.
Rest in parasite might decry when I’m hauling heaven’s hosts.
Rest in paradise to any being aiming at my throat.
4 plus arms is what I bear, for anyone who wants the coat.
I’ma send my girl to Choate.
I’ma send my son to Oxford.
They might say my wives bedridden, ‘cuz I beat it, like a boxer.
Tame my twists like lion locs, in Samson knots, like I’m a Rasta.
Sire Solomon, then come again. I’m on the richest roster.
From the mixtape, "love".
By Cloud Heart.
A KrOŏKs® Production.
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