Lyrics:
lame I keep a glock and i bust at ya brain
Walk in the house and I'm smelling like bag
My momma been knowing i smoke mary jane
Fucking this hoe and i hit
this fly
The type to change because of fame, I'm just not that guy
Still sippin' on my 40 when the cops drove by
When I go, gotta tell my girl
I'm just here passing by
Aiming to express myself to the spinning globe
In the hope to touch and motivate lost souls before I die
Yeah I know I'm
we call reality
Mimicry isn't mastery
Don't fall victim to flattery
He's in his house of learning not bothered by a bloody eyeball
You couldn't
you by surprise because we switching up the lines
Stay true to you and invest in what you're into
Five figures hit
That's another goal ticked off my
At granny house
Il fix it
Ima tell her later
Delete few pictures
On my phone
That might turn fatal
I might be wrong
But why u still here
What u want u
Tryna be alive than I've ever been
40 ounce in my system let it sink
Let it sink
Come on and speak your mind
Don't let the speakers die
Butterflies in my
All right! When we go up in this goddamn house
all I want is the motherfuckin' kids!
As far as pops I don't give a fuck what you do
Bust him in
Hahahahahaha, we gon' do what we do right here, baby
You already know what it is, Division, back in the building
Brooklyn, you see 'em? Haha (yeah,
and I mean it till I'm dead
A nigga gone yeah a nigga gone
They ran in his house then he died by the chrome
Fucked up how he dead in front of his mom
Look what the fuck you done made me do
Now I got blood stains in
My truck cause of you
Guess I can't trade it in for
The truck that I want
Cause
gon' go for clout
You a loud rat, bitch, you a loud mouse Got your Bitch in the back of my loud house
Hop out of the car, if you talk, I'll cut you
I'm just gon' run up in the wrong house
And a nigga gon' come around and blow my brains out
Deadbeat daddy, grandma gone, that's all I know
They like
Immortal in my circle make it out alive
Memento mori remember that you have to die
Growing up in a silent house what I'm writing bout
Had to let the quiet
Breeze blowing through my hair, plate full of sushi
Paloma in my hand, the weather is heavenly
Took me 40 years to come down to Mexico
My plane
and
Listening to my mama straight scold us
Be in the house before 7:30
Go take a bath cause you're dirty
And put some more greens on your plate
We walked
My motherfucking house, out
Bitch, I got diamonds in my mouth
I'm from the South
I fuck that bitch up on the couch and she say
(Woah) i just popped
the call
If you're in love you're gonna know that you are
Learned about it as a youngin' thinking shorty was a great pair
5'4, perky lil nose, and some
shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
We kept chickens in a pen in the back
And everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer
Let me start off by sayin this
I mean no hate with the words I Spit
I love everyone in this story
But I gotta speak my history
One year ago we sold
Da Mobsta
Something like a house fire we gone have da place lit
Fuck her all night made her call out from her Day shift
Shawty home girls in my DM
two, three.
In the meantime,
the wolf was heading
to her grandma's house.
Grandma.
It's me, Little Red Riding Hood!
Open the door, please.
Oh, my dear
curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my
other
For the next forty years?
Are we written in the stars, baby?
Or are we written in the sand?
Yeah, I want you to want me
To take you back
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