Lyrics:
I'm a beast
I can tell you scared lil kid you weren't built for the streets
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy
known for butter poems, you don't want it holmes
In a zone, kickin flows that's rougher than pumice stones
Whether freestyle or written, whatever I be
left in her eyes
Motherfuckers live in their car and call it van life
Stop lying to yourself and just say you're homeless, you stupid, bum
I'm
"cye, Madenka"
"I think that's the one, you know"
Man'll jump on a track,
cnd tell a whole bunch of lies,
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Black folks,
learns 'cause his pop's back was turned
Now call the cops, what about that gat that just got pungin'
Or that kid that got it 41 times, you call that
through your nose
Reap it with flows
Call 'em Duffle, 'cause you know it means death when D is composed
What you hustle? Them people's agenda free
glock clips
So get the fuck out my block, kid
As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right
And keeping it tight up in
comin', radio or not
It's your record label, they kept me on the block
My posse's new attitude
No mercy on the stars, and that includes you
So what
beat it
B*tches be dirty so I cannot eat it
Spin some blocks run it back and repeat it
Taking some shots like it is a free kick
Hop on my wave you n****s
you see it bleedin
I never did track, but I run up cheese, man
Been chasin' my dreams, so I don't need no sleep, man
I'm feelin like Carti make that
her car
I wouldn't bring it to you if I thought it wasn't true
So hit me on my box tell me what you want to do
[Danja Mowf:]
Aiyyo Lonnie, you
man, I don't need you at all
You need me
And all I want in this cold world is to make music and use it
Not to abuse it and get affected, infected
like napalm
What nigga?, who nigga?
Begin to fuck with the kid
And we'll shoot, at you niggas
What type of shit you got in?
Yeah, it's just a simple
Switch it up , i do what i want
Saving no nigga, i really just taunt
He really a bitch , not nonchalant
Boujie ass bitch , no kids , imma aunt
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
too lit
Here I go actin' too rich, here I go with a new chick
And I know what the truth is, still playin' after two kids
It's a lot to digest when
stick by the G code, she know to shut her trap
2 bitches is fun, but it's better when it's 3
If you want me on a feature, then it might cost you a fee
to say a name
Chin, Queenie, Lexi, whoever else want it
Now, we were sparing y'all, we were sparing y'all
Laila, do what you got to do
Gag It
Jealousy this
close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die
I want it, I'm coming to get it
So you son of a bitches don't duck you're gonna get
don't know man, it's a hell of a job, man
To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man
We got a lot to deal with, family members
We gotta
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beatz
It's almost over y'all
Jigga, how real is that?
Uh, uh, uh, lights out niggas!
(Jigga)
What's my
just rap softly
What's up
I'm just the kid on the track
Spittin facts
And I act like an ass
Class clown
Gunnin for the crown cause I want it back
Runnin
hover
In the sky and i am shopping
Every merchant asks "What are you buyin'?"
I use the orbs I am paid and
I upgrade to a new gun
Shoot and jump through
than foes that don't know how it goes
Let's take it back to the first side
When you was a new jack and jockin my new track
But you was wrong,
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