Lyrics:
gri-nass
So check yourself, you want to see the big head champ
And that's real to the fullest and I'm out
further you couldn’t just pray nope’s
Had to shove it down peoples throats like gay blokes
Like that Basement Jaxx song where’s your head at
When did you
Cuz you all on the gram talkin hashtag bagged
Sound like you settled in trash but go head
I ain’t mad - it’s funny
Really - I’m happy for you
Big
ain't said enough
Dude, try again tomorra, I shoulda been a barber
The way I slice these lines in ya head and then charge ya
I'm old school like a black
Yeah that was part one but this is part dos
Shout out to eastside they keep the best smoke
I rep for my folks, lil mo and c low
Big blue and meat major,
put no one else above ya
Said she wanted love but I guess I can't get closure
Messing with my head wen you upset I come and hold yaa
And even though you
alot on ya mind
You got a bunch of bum ni***s tryin hit ya line
You gotta deal with dumb b*****s tryin fuck ya mind
Plus you got big plans you aint afraid
when I'm dead and gone
Turn their back when you make a hit
But if you love me then you'll hold it down
They only give a shit when you make it big
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive
Meanwhile you hold your head
You can't belive this godchild
Presented recommend ya and because
You're not fertile
Or fertile pronounced "fertil"
Your reflex's
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
ya
Shit you can't hold on to nothing
Cuz don't nothing last forever
Nothing last forever, aye
Nothing lasts forever
Nothing last forever, aye
Nothing
I'm the big loc I don't beg for no forgiveness
Tell me about a murder / don't leave eyewitness / I should be in the genius for commenting the most
hear me
I dedicate this song for ya, He was setup in a stick up
By a girl he used to pick up on the upper west side
I used to help him chop a brick
Leaving with the money like it's a hold up
Shoot a nigga off like a chip off my shoulder
She talking loyalty like she never told ya
Don't be
Mr.Smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, y'know
(Do you got to be right) Second move y'knowI'msayin?
(at all times?) Yeah, all the time, all good
me, didn't ya
You saw the 12 Gaage you saw the Dillinger
Now you think it's a..
But hold up, nobody's killing ya
Putting hot still to ya
You niggas
hot shit
Little fucker lost it
He can't handle mosh pits
Can't hold down no spirits
I like big hits, acting idiotic
Lovin' in the cockpit, often
Woah
that I’m dead
Fresh is the worm in my head
Fresh is the worm in my head
There’s a worm in my bottle of Kombucha
Mama says that I’m dead
Dead, what
your eyes they tell
No lie you heaven sent I
Need ya love, yeah
Girl it’s crazy got a rush
Love it when you’re by
My side I’m feeling
High i need
me
So let me tell ya
Distance can't be measured by the heart
Love isn't affected even if you are apart
Age is like distance, it's just a big number
Yeah
Let me see that lighter
Uh
Cuttin' through in the Rolls
Draco on the seat, I hope I'm makin' it home
Head on a swivel, I always stay
hear me
Music prolly put you in yo feelings
Ohh
Hold on my guy chill
That's lil mike and them ken folk
Big 9 like Nick Foles
Dance on my like
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