Lyrics:
the range, I'm floatin'
And ain't no stoppin' the rain
Cock and I aim, I see you bitches jockin' the name
Boppin' to fame, a crooked nigga droppin' in pain
flexin', I been sittin' back observin
All these lame-ass niggas ain't servin' no purpose Let me make an example, somebody try me
I only go ghost to stack it
no such thing
Hol up, hol up let me just breathe a lil bit
That was a lot right there
Yea!
Ain’t no such thing
Not showing love to all my potnas
up a mic know I gotta be different
I'm digging they grave, put my opps in a swisher
Cop me a tommy I fuck with Hilfiger, voice got her wet I ain't even
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
dogs
Lil bitch ain't even got entry
No joking, no joking
Mask all of my feelings I'm coping
Hung the haters by throat they floating
If I don't like you
fight the feelin I ain't safe no more
I can't seem to get out my own way no more
Patience running thin I can't wait no more
I can't fight the feelin it
a little hard to find
Fallin' back to artificial rolled meditation
Worried 'bout rolling paper ruined by condensation
This ain't no helium high, these
trife
I might just change how I move how I move ain't moving me right
I might just book me a flight I might be there by tonight
I might just turn up for
pull up
Yeah, give me sloppy toppy
Police get behind and you know it ain't no stoppin
Whole gang with me and we got the crowd jumpin
Hottest in the city,
I said
Me and my niggas gettin money over here so if you ain't gettin money keep that broke shit over there
Ain't no broke shit over here
You see
거 자체가
not fun, cool, sexy
And I conquer baby
Before I aint done come and see
All these bitches be smart
talkin in comment shit
Stop running your mouth
of death aint never popped a tec but the way I good with lead make the shooters nod they head
What's a penny to a G/bout a rapper to a me
Confidence solely
Calling me a dummy
Calling me a dummy huh
Now I got the money
Wanna be my honey huh
I ain't messing with you
Cuz I know you ain't no fun
Don't you
on your knees
You better know I'm the beast on the beats
Ain't no sunshine only I can stop the rain
This is my time I'm still the same fuck the pain
I
no fox though
Just mad snow villains bag doe
Balls and ya word
Is all you have though
Build an empire in the shadows
Have an impact like Castro
Play
the entire existence of rap in its prime,
I always feel like I ain’t moving enough but no worry’s about it Hakuna matada bitch I bet I got it that’s what
shout out dollar bill
Fall out with somebody popular, now everybody will
This shit ain't no joke, you can't go broke cause everybody staring
Trust me
in the day, I ain't have me no knots
Young niggas steady duckin' from cops
I ain't fuckin' with me, gon' and kick rocks
I ain't fuckin' with me, gon'
clock wit a tommy
Put my bitch in Dior she ain’t rockin no vans
Pushing these pillows ain’t fucking wit grams
Ran that shit up with my rappy again
No
real)
I make the opps lay in a puddle when they pay a visit (I will)
And we gon' kill 'em one by one but it might take a minute, ain't got no patience,
with Rihanna
Coka with Madonna
I can't feel my face el perico got me numb
She came here to play and I'm into having fun
High off the shrooms zoom yeah
I
bout to
Straight flip
Out on these bitch ass cream fakers
Trying to be a taker Haecker
Motherfucker I ain't no
Got damn raider
Cash flow money breaker
like a coward
You knowing that nigga ain't fucking wit me
I'm gettin that cheese and it come by the hour
I know they mad see em stealing the swag
And I'm
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