Lyrics:
my phone like she be U2
If you say you love me then I love you too
If you don't wanna be with me, I won't be with you
Got my trust issues but I'll
serious
Ha (it's the Roc) yeah, yo
Let's go
Post Positano, Hov' hanging with Bono
U2 can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you, too, can cool out
the fuck is Sir Bono and his famous friends now
Don't get it twisted man I dig U2
But if you ain't about the ghetto then fuck you too
Who care bout rock
the street our voice is the only weapon
What’s going on in Charlottesville, what happened in St. Lou
I don’t know but it’s strong enough to shut down U2
I be feelin me i wanna dress up babe
Nothin less than beamer better don't be late
Know how i do my thing so you better not delay
Wanna hold my hand
on the mountain
But the angel fallen never asked to tap the fountain
It's an ancient Walkman, full of U2 to boot
Learn the pain of stopping when you feel their rage
used to
Soon no getting rid of me, U2
One epiphany got me like, who you?
Who you? I don't really know you like I used to
Screw you, that's the only thing
to count these bars on YouTube
Learnt how to not drop records from U2
Learnt how to bar up from playing that hard stuff
And learnt how to make hooks from
raps weigh more than music
The more I write, the better I do it
And right now my stock is up
I do me from day one, huh
My nigga you know where it hit
filled up about a week ago
Kim K showed that thing
Is it me, or Ebola was outta here just as quick as it came
Legal weed, I know y'all down for that
U2
the boss, don, I'm not a lil baby
FN bullets bigger than a baby
These niggas overrated like DaBaby
I hate when my bitch try and bump DaBaby
I hate even more
I-I-I'ma need a rack
Oh, I'ma throw a bag in the air
By the time it hit the ground, better bring that ass over here
Everything, all the drinks on me
including
Racial prejudice - are influenced more
By material things like food
And economic necessities than by the
Fear and awe and bigotry
Generated by
you (but y'all don't know a thing about my baby)
Don't matter what they say, baby (baby)
I won't let go, my baby (there's more to his love than what
than you)
Do your thing, thing (believe can't nobody do it better than you)
Are you doing your thing well?
Are you letting your dreams come alive?
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
a whole bunch of kids
Ima be a better father than he ever was and I sure as hell don't need him for that because there ain't a Damn thing He could ever
myself
But I'm a force when we're together
Mami, I'm good all by myself
But, baby, you, you make me better
(You make me better)
You make me better
And your talent didn't expand nigga
I really fucked witchu
I ain't see another level than you
In '03 I fought a nigga for
Sayin' J-Hood was better than you
a fraud, when was you in trial?
Other than that charge as a juvenile
You never been in trouble for real
You struggle rap
Not 'cause you was in the struggle
Cause his whole career he been
Known for havin' terrible lines
In every category I'm better
I do it more Cass'
And my delivery probably sicker than
dead, the only thing that'll help the grievin' up inside (Jesus)
He even let him get they last meal
He done with the streets after this, this his last
one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow
There's Chris
Who gave me
Girls, you know you'd better watch out
Some guys, some guys are only about
That thing (my men and my women)
That thing (don't forget about
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