Keep On
Hillsong Young & Free Lyrics

Steppin' out my spaceship witt space bitch witt 8 tits
Uh 8th of the space Piff that I blow like my hoe
And I glow like 5 0 no sirens, just young green bitch that named Siri
No iPhone, and I boned and I cloned
And we have uh 5 some with 4 sluts and one drum and I
Karma karma chameleon
Though it last 5 minutes, 4 minutes getting naked
Then I'm shakin', bacon grease up on her teeth, and tape it out it on repeat
They hate me cuz I'm so unique
It's gravy I'm just trona eat out Megan fox and sock'em bop Gomez witt no hands and go ham, different animal same beast
I'm grave deep, you AIDS weak, I'm a G, you A why?
Hahaha, Hi
I am Mister try you die uh Glock uh 9 that's candy stuff
I'll blow ya fuckin family up, Pamela Anderson candid and best rapper alive
Dot dot, dot dot, dot dot, dot
I double dip my dagger in acid to write what I'm rappin'
Rack uh 1897 and 187 you bastards
The mastermind, behind the mask that mashes bastards flat
Compassion not uh passion, Hell is hot, and this is Ashes poke ball
Approach the goat and float like uh ghost, the flow is so at ya throat if you choke
Just stop drop and roll in the snow, you motha fuckas know
Son niggas like Gohan, If I Kamehameha Kamaru niggas
Usman, gooseneck noose long, Luke glowin' lightsaber, lukewarm blood drawn
Choppin' off heads in this rom-com
Gucci on the swanton bomb king
Word to 52 Monroe St. I put that on Keem
I don't want that odd fame
I just want my pockets odd green like uh graveyard dead Pres playin' ball
I don't go to hard, I'm just two 2k
So even if you got 3 stacks that's one less G
Better than the best be the fresh G
CT's ET here to Dp this rap and R&B Odessey gotta be made in uh lab
Cuz everybody else this good is fuckin' dead