Lyrics:
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
don't break so I'm working through the weekends
I need to get a separate crib for my achievements
And some Lasik for these people who would say they
momma beat me, I never talk to my pops
So I’m in this bitch alone, but I’m grown; now watch ‘em flock
When I get big and famous
That’s a fatal game
Decades ago every weekend
Crammed on the couch laughing with friends
Party and Kart, days Smashed away
Echoes of echoes, drowned in delay
Next
party on a weekend
Never again, never again, never again
Put my back to someone that I know been creeping
People be lame, fuck all the games, wanting some
the weekend
Steady lappin' through the deep end
I be chilin' while you freakin'
I be swimmin' you be sinkin'
You don't wanna put in work (yuh)
Gettin shit you
tiktok on the weekends I love it y not shorty we talkin give wat I got if its a game and I do it y not lovin is this game till the end of the plot
you loving's the way I be speaking (I do)
Too much drip on my deck it be leaking (It is)
Might just turn up a bit for the weekend (Let's go)
Don't got
JUST PASSING BY
This place is full of people, strangers
No one i can trust
Your look was something, wanting
And I ought to confront
We got
(thunderstorms)
It ain't no rest, no weekends (week')
Jinns get thy soul weakened (weak')
This ain't no game, blood leakin' (for real)
Dirt, no Dyson's sweepin'
a wicked munch down fukin' Ramones
then it's back to the 'Port for a game of pool in Capones
you knows you're safe in the GLC
they're here to make you fukin'
Is it me or you
too much Liquor in the cup, got us
talking again
Was on a warpath, now we're laughing again
We stand by till we're more than friends
weekends, tryna headline both weekends
Leave my niggas, y'all sheepin', I keep the world in my hands
I know accounts should be deleted, I know some niggas
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, whoa
Really doe, like really doe
Really doe, like really doe
Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me
The ghetto is so wicked I can't even trust my kids
[Chorus x2]
Started in this game at the age of thirteen
Getting paid making money serving crack
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
and my nigga green and snoop in the coup countin'
Look we had a dice game
Damn, these niggas want my life man
You paranoid see?
Man, fuck them niggas
nigga Green and Snoop in the coup countin'
Look we had a dice game
Damn, these niggas want my life man
You paranoid see?
Man, fuck them
on
Lord help me to see myself
Thru your eyes
It's time to move on past this
Enemies wicked lies
Chorus
cnd though I walk by the shadow
Of death that
Now I'm known by the masses
'Cause I've grown to make them smashes
On this journey, did many back flips
To get your attention, now that I caught it
I'll go straight to the top and I ain't coming down
'Till I reach the sky
Old days when my debts were high
Now sweet ones wave when I'm driving by
the prople to feel me
[Monoxide]
Now, I'm a product of chalklines and false lies, broken apart by many trys of my own life, jus sit and think with a pen in my
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