Correction Lyrics B.M.C. by Ellis

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(Verse 1) [Stan Green]
BMC b*t*h, uh
You never heard a sound so colossal
Had to bring it from the underground like a fossil
What would Jesus do if not surrounded by apostles?
He’d probably Preach the gospel out the Bible
From a brothel, cause them hoes is down to swallow
I like My slice of Americana with Marijuana
No rhymer can terrorize, I been bombing em like Obama
I was hosting yo mama before Wilmer Valderrama
Back when Netflix and chill was a bottle and Sutra Kama
Then we get in that hooptie and shoot to that old McDonald’s
That dollar menu be popping when lobster is not an option
Humble yourself before you get stuck on the shelf
Can’t be one with the wealth until you be one with yourself

(Hook) [Stan Green]
(FIRE! FIRE!)
One out the cannon
My respect that I’m demanding
Even if I need some TNT
(FIRE! FIRE!)
Still on the scenery if n***as don’t know who we be, who are we? BMC!
(FIRE! FIRE!)
Gone off that Hennessy, I tend to be so menacing, until I hit the THC
(FIRE! FIRE!)
F**k you know bout us? B*t*h we the ghostriders

(Verse 2) [ELLI$]
We all got a 24 Karat solid gold soul
Thoughts of a convicted felon that’s never been on parole
Why were the gold tips on the pyramids stole
Where did they go, oh you ain’t know how deep this really go?
This is King sh*t so what you expect, are you a slave or a threat
You willing to die for a chain around your neck?
I’m just asking questions, through the answers we learn the lessons
The game is to be sold so I’m owed many blessings
Every session every breath, every dollar every death is for the gold
I don’t know what you was told truth be told
I’ll take gold bars over foreign cars, separate the fam properly
I bet I’ll sell that b*t*h I wake up in a new Bugatti
I’m more King Tut than John Gotti
The reason they want to silence me obviously it’s fire

(Verse 3) [LEGIN]
Forever conscious, smell the pigs make you nauseous
We bust back though, changing them into sausage
Street Justice from heat busters, discrete hustlers
Treat customers, Elite Smugglers, lean guzzlers
Weed puffers, drama that horror
Got that Colombian girl, Sofia Vergara
Modern Family come meet the revolver, hit harder than Antonio Tarver
Tough-talking leave you with a tux in a coffin
Or wheelchair-bound, missing the walk in
Riding that wave, wet like a dolphin
Inhale kale, exhale coughing
Young n***as bodied like abortion, kidnapped for ransom extortion
Click clack, hand in enforcing, flipping grams into fortunes

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