Lyrics:
Shorty heard my sound said I got style,
Whole lotta water on me I might drown,
We in the stu rollin' up by the pound,
Tryna get a buss down,
Shorty toxic
this song for you part in part to honor you
Why lie we know the truth
Of course this one was over due
Hoping you feel the way I'm feeling too
Smiles when
Like a private investigator, you can pay me to dive in
But never dictate what I'm writin', I can claim it as mine then
Rapsode, with the vocational
worth that stress, oh yes, part of the test,
Don't let it ruin your quest, meaningless turmoil mess, feeding on distress,
Know that we all got our issues
rising
She getting on top, oh yeah, she riding
Fuckin' on the jet, you know it's private
Fly by myself, don't need no pilot
Flying two reckless, may need
Only fam 1st class
It's expensive
But I like to spend That's just a
Part of me
Get it by any means
Or feel the squeeze of The economy shawty Sleeping in
Remember that day like yesterday
You stood in front of me with that looks that kill
There was not much to say and that was fine by me
We were playing
screamin, "I'm so poor"
Hit records, bangin videos but I'm so poor
Yo, can I hold somethin? I'm fucked up, duke
You can tell by my jeans and my scuffed up
and of pain
Are only part of the action
When you're an African
The politics of making more
The politics of greed
The cold abuse of poverty
To keep your
a stinkin problem
Put Dr Scholl's in my flip flops
Then I'll scrub my private parts
But I don't know when to stop
I've been called some filthy names
Why you
thrill sticks
This girl will spit fire
Got me doing pirouettes over her guilt trip wire
I still skip by a land mine or two, see I've learned the landscape
ridiculous
well up until now your only concept of rhythm is a four by four loop
square as a pool table
with no dynamics implanted but you couldn't understand
the car while it's moving like Waka's man
Her bottom's dark, but her top is tan, her private parts
Got her on the pole, like the opposite of her papa's
yeah lets get rowdy
Private jet and a show
Stripper poles row by row
Everyone wants to know
Magic beans, like I grow
Well it’s just my flow
Yes I’m
are always by my side
One for all and all for one
Is what we say with pride
I've got plenty of friends
Who I like to call homies
They're all down
and revive
Vibranium black don't crack
And those feeling despised
By they own kind, we kindred in our spirits aligned
Like Jordan they want our mind our price
why it had to be them
For 60 years they calamity felt
Has been dealt
By A government who's savagery
Can be most candidly described
As ravaging death
the private trackers
Upload the utmost P2P cutthroats
Uh oh, we didn't allocate enough floats
Have an upboat!
This isn't a crash by fast learners
This is
helped me see redemption
Cuz his faith was public
Wasn’t private, he didn’t hide it
In his prayer closet
Wears it loud and proud
With no shame to share
to some public part
Did the one-eyed otter ova
Beat up by a Highland heart
Mary had this little piggy
Bottle fed it on the side
Loved it like a real
I have more peace in these 24 hours, than i had in my 24 years
365 days times by 2,
26 now I don't bow to fear
Mum acting up, Pops got the block
I am a minute man
I swear I've been giving them hours to restore the power
Not part of my dealing man
This shit can get sour until world is ours
Alone on the lows i'm keeping it private
Fell out of love for you and your driving
You so dry, let me give you some
I'm the comeback kid way I make you
I been by myself thinking about how you don't treat me right
I been falling deaf to all the signs and all my friends' advice
I been calling help for
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