Lyrics:
got grams then trap
Surrounded by fiends and rats
(Look)
And More time i don't cap on beats
im young, lit and im paid
so the other side wanna envy me
, if I'm at a ten, then you like a two
If you was a ten, then I'd be two hunnid
Divided by two, I'm too good at math
Look, they got me started, I
to damn late
Don't give a fuck about no signs, don't tell me I'm not right (Not Right)
If I hear that one more time I'm gonna go up to that light (Woah)
I
to damn late
Don't give a fuck about no signs, don't tell me I'm not right (Not Right)
If I hear that one more time I'm gonna go up to that light (Woah)
I
excited by the
Though of getting older it's
Cool to look back and see
How much you've grown
And, I just love figuring out more
About myself, and about
two
You're not feeling blue?
I'm the color of the red sea mixed with you
And by the time that it even qualifies I've killed off all my alibies
Look back
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield
So bring your grip or you can think twice
'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice
I
look around me
Let me count my blessings
All this love surrounds me
(Hook)
I got some but I want more
I want houses by the shore
I’ve had peace,
You thought I'd forgotten, right? It was a dream of my marriage day
Was it Freud, who said dreams are what we want the most, seeing by ourselves
ham
Manam eno medonam
Learn from the great
Im the king
Never too late to abolish hate
On the low
I carry a 44
You Know
Im more than the average Joe
I
look outside my window babe
It's something about your beauty
Something about your charm
Take my hand, baby hold my arm
Cause I'm a do you no harm
I
Killer
Dope by the pound, lean by the pints, yeah, I pour more than an ounce
Smoke more than an ounce, more water than showers
Shawty showin'
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas
Felt bad I never finished college
Now we fuckin'
the plans but
Damn
You forced a nigga hand know what I'm saying
Look that's besides the point
Call my nigga Luffy
Tell him light the joint
Hit it once
stage presence
I acquired it by studying my heroes
Who were shunned to the side, the outcasts and the weirdos
That was my favourite, wannabe Jon Davis
at the mean but you're blinded by the Iris
Simile or imagery and when I get all mad I become villainy
I'm mad at the industry, what?
I'm more mad at myself than
Tell me that I look nice
Tell me that I’ve never looked better
Dressed up in your headlights
Heels to make my ass look bigger
Is a man is a man is
Back on my 8th, fuck your rosé
Sippin' that la la latest
Smokin’ that 8th, cuffin’ yo’ bae
Look at yo’ face, face, face
And call me insane, I won't
I slid by the restroom
And all I heard was zoom-zoom-zoom
I see you peekin', but you ain't speakin'
Put your drink down, think now, stop tweekin'
I slid by the restroom
And all I heard was zoom-zoom-zoom
I see you peekin', but you ain't speakin'
Put your drink down, think now, stop tweekin'
hour of rec
My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heat
I experienced what I
looks up instead
Til he finds someone else is by his side
You're my north star in the night sky
Everything's fine when you hold me tight
When I'm so far,
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