Lyrics:
on life
Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can't sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you, I'm tryin' do me
Last album did two, I'm just tryin' do three
Fresh out
Rapping better than these niggas
Dressing better than these niggas
Finessing better than these niggas
Look, I live it how you never
Could all you need
till 3
With these beats on repeat
But I'd rather die
Then let y'all beat me
Me
That's who I do it for
I'm a king to the locals
So fuck your world
step one, two
No matter what they say, you gotta make it with your groove
One deep is all you need, wear no heart on your sleeve
Movin' with the passion,
heist
They would all just travel to the past
Get the Stone one by one, reverse the snap
Then put 'em back
Nebula got caught and her
Double took her spot
am!
After all this time!
Look who I am!
It's been three years since my dad lost his job
It's been five years since music knocked on my door
I still
grand awards we're in the same business, play by different rules I'm very proud though, I've done my 10.000 hours soon and that is something no streaming
as nothing
Well I remember driving home back from Asbury
We went to see MOBO at their album release party
And you used my phone to call your mom because
hot like no ac in the summertime
For all the ones that b feelin it
No lie I b killin it
Got dope art I b dealin it
Wear my heart on my sleeve but they
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
me right by the heat
The glock, two shots, three shots they screaming
Then someone said ("Hey wake up kid, you're dreaming")
I said, "Yo dreaming?
Westside to the ocean
One Day we Golden
A.I.A we want it
Pennies on no loafers
Thank god for devotion
I’m proud of my mom
I’m proud of my dad
Y’all
later (Month's later)
ARCCs streams perfectly
Pumping tracks out (Yeah)
By the two's and the three's (Three's)
This for free (Free)
Moving fast, kawasaki
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
a Rover!
You drivin' a mistake like me dissin' Hova
But I don’t give a fuck, nigga
Do it all again rule number one
Never make a rap nigga friend
But I run up
gat
Hear the glock go BOOM (Triple up Boom)
Gavel bang Death sentence
Rules the courtroom
You in debt, past due
Time to rest in ya tomb
Klik Klak Pistol
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
people
Only good in my heart try not to do evil
Don't wanna die by the gun don't wanna die by the needle
I got a homie who don't got no charges
I got
I wouldn't care if you was a cheap broad that lean by the bar
You and 3 broads drinking one drink with 3 straws
Like retards Siamese linked with 3
soul reaching
Bumpy heart touching
Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
I'm bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
And be dead centre chest like
soul reaching
Bumpy heart touching
Jazzy like jeff nigga I'm not a giraffe
I'm bumpy abdu jamal I clap you fast
And be dead centre chest like
night
My, you were looking fine
Boy, how I'd like to make you mine
But we've spun around this board
One too many times
You're playing by the rules
Bloody hands I took by myself
And I hope it will help
You got my heart on the plate
I left my heart on the plate
Pain will paint my picture
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