Lyrics:
sufferin' from cancer
Feel like Tony did it but he don't really know the answer
So he gone let it burn until he get confirmed
Couple months fly by, Tony
and the rest is a wrap, from the boom-bap to the trap
Bust like a gat
I did it for the money and I did it for the fame
Ain't nothin' wrong with that
And did
i'm
More looking for, like, a really cool tour
To do me and Linkin Park
Were supposed to do a
Generationally untouchable tour the idea of
It is still
that were haunting me
They just remind me of it constantly
My head spinning like the blades on a helicopter
Don't speak unless you say what's
both he just won't say it loud
He knows that he's supposed to hate her
And for the first couple months he did
But its been like a year, hasn't seen,
me.|That nigga talkin', he ain't got shit but alotta money.|And honey, he just wanna show you, take you by the money.|I wanna share it with ya with my life,
nigga, I gave you the Earth
Since the beginning of time
I had been thinking of you
It was all in my design
Just like the sun and the moon
I taught
and drive you slow
Rev you up baby let's go
I wanna free myself closer to him
Guiding me to peace
I just wanna be lone lone lonely lone lonely
I just wanna be
so strident
Even as he meant
Every word but notice what else he's doing
Ending this poem just as he began it when he
Asked forgiveness for dealing
said (Yup)
Free 6ix9ine, tell that lil' nigga hold his head (TreyWay)
He went to Chicago and ain't get shot
Just for goin', fuck what time it was, he
the line, crossed the, nah, we never did that
Though I haven't seen him in months, shit, it's rare he never hit back
Anyway, convince him to bring you to me
I did it for you
I did it for you
I did it for you
That's why I did it yea'll
For all the listeners
Whoever be hearing this
That's why I do what I
Tales from the Dorkside (featuring Darko the Super)
written by Nathan Conrad, Evan Souza and Nick Mitchell
Publishing for Darko the super: Outer
Y'all niggas be under me, peons
I'm the king of this shit like LeBron
Trap dot, we gon' beat up the spot
Fuck that boy, I don't know how he plant
You
And you know for me
I’m just gonna give y’all the truth it’s
Like my grandfather loved Ali until he
Died, and my grandmother hated Ali
’til she passed so
like the last, God thanking me
Yeah that nigga rev his engine
Swear to God he not passing me
Nobody used to take me serious
Yeah they used to just laugh
pass it to Def
I dont care 'bout them haters man they only worried bout what's in my wallet like Allstate
I'm only worried 'bout me and my team man I'm
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
really After
If I ain’t made for this shit then tell me what I’m made for
Like it wasn’t nights that I know my momma prayed for
If you ain’t back by now
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay
my stash for protection
Family deranged, the world is acting crazed
I never thought I'd make it, it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife
like or not, it's Hell for you, ice plate
These blister niggas still can't overshadow a nice Day, remember
You did say you were Friday
But you don't
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