Lyrics:
uppers for cowards
Wowzers, and you push me around-er?
Downwards is where you're going for now-ward
Yowzers, still complaining about your
Album like
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z Annotateon Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here,
Whether you copped the album, downloaded, you streamed it or popped the CD in
I just want my grandmama to see me win
Stumbled on top of rocky road
Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß
is a classic album, I'm forever on rewind
What is love?
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
But what's love got to do with
čo je?!
Pra-pra-práve grillujeme na predmestí
Pri jazere niekde medzi polom a maďarskou dedinou
Mal by si prísť veď sme sa nevideli celý rok
album do końca został wysłuchany
Nigdy nie robię niczego dla like'ów
Jedynie dla hajsu, spokoju I mamy
Tylko że nie chcę się znaleźć pod ścianą
I
do napoju
I biorę łyk i buch za wszystkich moich ziomów
Nie chce tracić moich braci, chcę by każdy się wzbogacił
I o samych dobrych rzeczach dawać
Becher mit Urin
Hör das Album von Si doppel L A!
Mach dein Stammbaum kaputt und flieg nach LA
Mach mein Geld klar, Herr Banker, selfmade
Das ist extra
Word to Migos, I move words by the kilos
I used to moved birds with my amigos
High supply my wealth
No iPhone app I apply it myself
Your album got
I got bills to pay, studez to rent
Girl problems plus an album due within nine days
Stress to the brain, mumsie's going through so much pain
Every
the market
Everybody get ya body rocked by this
Whether outside or inside, nothin' can stop my ride
I hit the charts up like I hit a drive by
When my voice
in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot
they like me they can't wait for my album to drop
i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no
Christ, the penalty is death, genius
And you can tell by my face that I mean this
I'm do or die
repeat chorus
I'm do or die, Christ or crack you must
they learn to sold drugs
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
Fast life make no sense when you dead and you gone
Right now you got a chance
a photograph in an album
Peeling plastic, yellowed pages
Tainted by so many fingerprints
I need to remember this
I need you to dance for me
Because I
rush to drop an album..still
Got g's and car keys...wasn't stressed without one...yo wonder how
Come
I ain't rappin and I'm stayin
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got the p
I know you don't recognize me now
I dunked your tongue
How many
kterou řeším
Říkal jsem, že tě miluju?
Musel jsem být sjetý
Medusa album, pome na to
Nechci znát se s osobou, kterou jsem byl předtím
Je tohle
Ayy yo, mommy
It's my first album
You know I had to do something for you
Real street niggas know, man
Sometimes out here, it's like, all you
every eye as I pass by
I know that on the outside, he's disgusting
And even on the inside, he's disgusting
But I know that this time, I'm making it
nedá za život
Furt na cestách jak kamión
Pečeň jak kladivo
Začíname tam kde iný, už stačilo
To čo nás posilni by iných možno zabilo
Kluby horia
number
I hit em back like who dis, what the fuck can I do for ya?
I'm exhausted by people
Haunted by evil
Lost in my thoughts while y'all watch through
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