Lyrics:
I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
up! Get from out my face
Before you get bust quickly!
That's the hip hop, the hibby
I rip it in a minute cause
I'm gifted like December 25th
Now
This is the G-Mix
Flatbush Zombies, Big Snoop Dogg
Palm Trees
Yeah still I palm trees in the calm breeze
Pardon me, Dogg, Meech
Only get my D
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
energy
I’m UFO
So you know my Mentality
We rise, here on our side
It's a up slide
We ain’t Feelin no gravity
We grind and we stay fly
And we stay high
Like
plans evaporate before my very eyes
Stereo Heartbreak, pain and loss in the left and right
Stereo Heartbreak, when I'm lying in bed at night
Stereo
when you cry to me
No I can’t fake it cause you got my heart racing
Gelato by the blunt get high with me
Imma eat it, hit it, kill it, make her scream
(wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (wrist)
My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss
My shooter got a .30 on his hip
Yeah I need my fix
Was that
at baggage claim
Soon as I come up they're here again (Yah, yah, yah, yah)
They tried to make me think I'm insane
It's all in your mind call it brain games
my feet I rock Balenciaga
I cut you off because you was a doubter
You started off sweet til I seen you was sour
Turning me up like the stereo louder
My
wanna see me up, so they been telling me to stop
Can't let them bring me down, and I'ma let my shit pop
Like them dealers at night
Lil' nigga, we ain't
Everything ain't hardcore you know
I can't sing but my man
I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you
You know, take the edge off, you know
, get up, get up, get up
I'ma get up in your mind right now
Make you feel like dying right now
I'ma make you pray to God
To the good old Lord for
you still been on my mind, I don't wanna do this anymore
Throw out my lungs to the stereo
When you say you love me I believe you but its scary tho
Probably
But I got my spaceship here wound up, so you want to get in?
We can’t
(Stay aside and)
Hide the
(Motherfuckin’)
Truth so
(Better fuckin’)
Like it
zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw this stud I recognized (who?)
One
They blasting my song on the stereo
They be hearing my voice on the radio
I be popping bottles like I'm OBO
They loving my vibes they won't let me go
I can't see beyond my mind
Teach these lessons learn to fly
Get up and fly
Pain is a given
Fear is the enemy
Suffocate the negativity
If you wanna
Apollo don't follow no body
I make my own trends
Yeah, my gravity's insanity
And you can't even stand or speak
Now the apocalypse callin' myth
Straight out
drifting
Shifting states feeling like I'm missing
But I leave this land of the living
Give me peace you can't see I'm
Drifting in my mind?
Drifting I
un-fuck-wittable
I make the movies, y'all try to be in you Forrest Whitaker
Winslow Avenue boys, man, niggas just couldn't get wit 'em
Fly life livin', till my eyes
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