Luxury Prison Lyrics

What's God like

Well, first of all

God is everything

So He is like everything

He is everything

There's nothing that He's, that He isn't like

Is He like a man

I don't know (champagne problems)

He lives in everything (where's the connection of every rose that's without him)

Everything (I've been a sinning soul for so long)

I've been double dutching my thoughts

Staring at these Venetian walls like asylums

Yea

Uh, uh, uh

Yea, it's my asylum nigga

Uh

Yea

And the greatest story continues

Niggas lying on my name, but the story is sinful

But more than eventful

I'm bulletproof from war that I've been through

The beat'll hit you so hard, it fucking swollen your temple

Yea

Welcome to my asylum of insanity

I'm in a strait jacket in a cell with golden canopies

Marble floors with a rusty brown door

Verses scribbled on the wall, a luxury prison

Trust in the vision, I'm smiling while I'm punching your ribs in

I am a corrupted mind, chasing luxury living

Crush with the rhythm

Most of y'all just lust for attention

They wonder how the fuck he do this shit, it must be what's in him

Yea

Y'all niggas picked the wrong one, to overlook

Y'all in the scope like I lift a long gun

Shit, I'm on one

So kiss your mom cause it's a long run

One, scribble of the pen that shit'll get y'all all done

Mister pen'll pistol whip ya, nigga, listen this is it

I been spitting since a jit, on a mission with this shit

I'm murderous with the shit

I'll dig burials for this shit

Y'all aint listen this is a rap competition it's its what it is

Most y'all rappers suck, the shit is real trife

Y'all niggas rapping make believe

I'm rapping real life

They don't even love it they just want to feel ice

Think twice cause I'll slice your ass up with a steel knife

It's about time they show me my respect

If a rapper talking foolish, put a noose around his neck

Maybe if y'all stop talking about girls y'all don't got

And guns you don't pop, then a song or two might connect, check

I got more verses than the New Testament

The true specimen

Y'all couldn't rock my shoes or used letterman

Who's better than, I'm too elegant

And too nice on the mic so these niggas will never win, I'm a veteran

Lord save them that's just too many coffins

I would say hide in your homes, but I blew the apartments

Into smithereens I teach these niggas to be a monster

All just to settle discussion of who is the hardest, it's DB

By a landslide, and a victory lap

You talking crazy, my asylum, where you finna be at

It's simply a fact, that I have an artillery pack

Ready to blam on a man if he appear to react

Nigga