The ghetto, Othello, the moor
Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy
Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure
Oh my god, they want the end of me cause I'm pure
Oh my Lord, discipline for the win
I just go for it, it's a trend for these men to die on their own sword
Journey far, learn who you can be
But you can learn who you are when you around family
Chip off their shoulders and soldiers
On they grizzle, my granddaddy Mac Little married Dandy Little
They passed down wisdom, blessings were given
Pray my sins don't get passed to my children
I made a killing, I'm alive like the morning star
Court Jordan's for the price on stock, so what the Hornets are?
I need evaluations, I'm savvy y'all
Eating foie gras and caviar
Listen
Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree (ayy)
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
The ghosts of gangsters dance, till chillers shake on the hanger
The force of this banger
Yeah, my language advance, my cadence amazing
The voice triggers something
What is this conundrum?
The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile
Step up the loud, it's nothing less than a quarter pound
Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts light
Brings awareness to my personal life
After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark
Seeing my doctor more, sweating the sauna or the spa
Spending fifty large that the Bellagio
Spent twenty on a bad bitch I hardly know
New girl every night, two girls was every other night
Sexual addiction, gangster tradition
They wanna f*ck me, have me under they belt, slightly offended
Yeah, that's how I felt, that's how it ended
I'm just good at existing, existed in my truth
As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah
Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree (ayy)
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
What come first, peace or the paper?
Before I had a piece of paper, peace was in my favor
Before I sat to eat at the table it had leeches and traitors
Cut the fat from the meat, extract the weak, bon appetit
No bacon, brothers is swine
It's so hard to trust them cause my hustle is mine
It's evident they all the same, with grey hair and still mean muggin'
Grey hairs of wisdom that means you seen somethin'
Say something, you stay frontin'
But these clowns got false crowns, fictional kings
You broke my heart, Fredo
You bring this thing of ours down to a fable
Be advised my guys' drying, enterprising at the boss' table
There's always room at my table
Insecurities is keeping you disabled
All this money to get, is it less time?
They ain't stopped printing money, cause they made mine
I learned to stretch time, these are the best times
In my neighborhood, the stadiums, the Mets' kind
With restaurants, the [?], spicy rigatoni
A red bourdeaux, Oh God!
Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree (ayy)
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
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