Lyrics:
Don't talk me to death
[50 Cent] G, H
[Scarlett] It's elementary
[Scarlett]
Picture me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Force Ones
White on white,
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the f*** is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
Niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with
Some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards
From gettin at this nigga, pardon my force
Lyrics Wright and Riddle
Confined imprisoned by the touch
Desire emotional lust
Obsessed the controlling need
Enclosed within wings of security
This is the last transmission I will be able to send.
I have crash-landed on a strange planet
And have been captured by its inhabitants.
They call
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
head into a dream to walk through the moves I make
To see what it is that forces me for a clear mistake
Yeah, a lovephobic, leave by the first light
it up so you not eating
Run up in it quick
Take the work and dip
Someone gettin' hit
By the time I leave something 'gon drip
Tryna change my life but
paying attention
It's the forces of greed versus the forces of nature
Optimism bias won't stop the melting of glaciers
Yeah everything looks rosy out
don't think so, whole security firm on the scene (gangsters)
Got a red beam on the biggest man in your team, they'll crumble your dreams
Listen up,
ceases to exist, when all that
Was previously protected by the laws of man and nature is suddenly
Placed at the mercy of brutal unreasoning force
as the hate grows colder
In these tin foil dreams
Everythings' fake darlin nothings what it seems
Yeah I need an escape
Find me waiting for the grays by
some, yo
Yo, yo, gimme some room, I'm throwin' elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them
If I gotta pay to get in the club
the club
Guarded by spiritual beings
Anakin walking all over the sky yeah
I got them forces with me
Spiritual guardians walking around Damn just like a ghost
degrees.
I'm a climate change to make you loose your safety
If you hated by my team that's a reason to hate me.
You hated by my team that's a reason
when
Subject to forces that can sublate your organs
Gone full on cyborg teflon don
Stealing top secret technologies
Driven by a new philosophy,
sketchy
Drawl em' up write the end of you wait give me a second
All the clout is you feeling it in the private section
Guarded by the security with
Mourn
I know there's more that was torn by adulterys sword
Sworn to the horde, kicked back Through the door
Little Light I adored got eclipsed by
The security forces stormed Tivoli Gardens to get the notorious Drug Lord
Whose own personal militia had launched a never seen before attack
Way I've been talking I'd say with certainty have been flagged
And am being monitored by national security by now
Lots of nerves, but more
Seized by their oppressors hands
Dignity ripped possessions lost
Bound only by collective fear
Of the ones they idolized
Killing is meant for
life's so indecent at times the second I feel content
God reminds me happiness is a lie I mean
Not a lie but a feeling of security
These dumb bitches
You bad then prove it
Shake that back and move it
Bend back and twirl
Ok baby girl
Like go get these bottles shorties by the twos
Go get sturdy
Just
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