Lyrics:
the sky shine through the brightest
When the world feels cold and heartless
Man shall withstand when he stands united
Detroit to Berlin, Detroit to Berlin
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
clutching in da 4th
This shit got me feeling like Irving
He off the drank, he off the drank
What you need yea, yea...
What you need
Bro got da lean
Sipping
vibing
Coupe we riding
Yea balling so hard these niggas need a timeout
Ion really care about all the he say she say I'll never chase clout
Ain't no way
ermine wrap
an' if I have to drop my shoulder strap
I'm gonna get em!
I'm gonna em!
An' when I've got him
where I think he otta be . . .
I'm
got bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack,
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunfoofed Cadillac
So after school I take a dip
ain't my first rodeo
He caught two shots, I call that shit a doppio
My niggas poppin', so don't try the oki-doke
They with the six, they ain't on OVO
they're nigga who was riding
Bullets ain't got no name, I don't party, you get shot for vibing
Scripture from the bible, no weapon for him to get me shot,
If he ain?t got the loot, some chocolate will do
And when she?s stout and loud,
He?ll have reason to leave or deceive this boat ? na na na na na
See I
to the crib but I ain't taking off the apron
Pick a track, cook it up, run it back: Saquon
Bars clean
Pay come through, do I save some? Hardly
Imma die lit like
got bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack,
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunfoofed Cadillac
So after school I take a dip
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal
I got artillery lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm
Then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet proof vest
Nothin'
you need a man who's got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But can he rock a party 'til the early
is living in the garden he’s forgotten
Good God
Moving with the beat though
Moving with the rhythm
They tell me who I am
Moving with the beat though
do no drive by shooting we come knock right on ya door
They got lucky scary shooting almost took my nigga out
Now they dead to everybody no the bet
this sadist revival, hand in hand
Lost in the city lights where dreams collide
A million faces passing by a kaleidoscope of life
Caught up in the rhythm
Yo, listen up, I got a story to be told
'Bout a legend so bold, gonna make your heart fold
Gather 'round, don't be shy
Let the rhythm take control,
the game slow, they act like they ain't know (what?)
That I wasn't gon' leave until I got what I came for
I still can't complain though, as long as I ain't
chillin' by the million
Tranquilo by the kilo, nigga, nigga
And I got kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that work
I'm talkin' 'bout that
and we some Savages
Aye, yeah, I added some adjectives
My feet on the floor and I'm spittin some fire because I be draggin' it (dragon it)
I got the rhythm
deep like Irving. Into the game, or in the center of dames. Get a reframe of this mugshot
This thug got First Amendment of the game 'thou should get
chasing hoes now his whole life fucked up
Stepping on my haters in some Yeezys got me fucked up
And if you ain't talking bout no paper then please shut
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