Lyrics:
Only nigga trappin' in khakis the mathlete I know how much I'm at exactly
Got my fingers in all types of pots, boy, I'm like a chef by the way that I
And raise a son with discipline
I'll tell you one thing my mom did not
And I'm a failure for it
I hate what she's put in him
The way he's soft and pudgy
She
occupation, I'm grindin' paper chasin,
These boys is steady hatin' so this pistol I'm embracin'.
That lac is so amasin' and da elbows is skatin'.
Cranker
got me feeling like I'm Rick
Rubin, Ross, Flair, or James it don't matter take a pick
I ain't even gotta tell em
Niggas know what I'm about
Ain't no
bugging so I'm about to freak out
Pass me the moonshine it's time to get knocked out
What did ye say me boy
I'll use your ass up like the altar boy
Best
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
I’m so couture
I’m down by law, certified B-boy
Hold up, wait a minute
Money – I’m gonna spend it
Or why the fuck would I
Hustle hard to get it?
So many
A Florida boy tryna be a voice for the entire state
They tell me that my ambition is gonna kill me
I'd rather that than be driven by nine to fives I got bills
Smoking on dope, that my motherfucking straight jack
I block that hoe like I'm O'Neal
Shit a little different, so I can not look back
I can not look back
flooding the room I’m hot like I got the flu
They like lil p calm down yeah that’s one thang I can’t do
Fresh nigga you can tell by the shoes, stop cappin
worth was in him
He started working my pen
It's like a curse and gift
That's crazy
Tell the devil I know
I'm learning from all these bustas
Still give em
(free them boys)
Shout out to them niggas' freaks that I been cumming on
Get 'em to the crib, bust 'em down, now, bitch, run along (so what you 'bout
dollars I can go get lost in
Tell the teller write in my win
Cause I'm betting on me
No these rhymes ain't free
I'm serving up these rhymes with some
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
get inna mood
I was down now I'm up off this shit that do
Ran up a check I just sit in a booth
Stay by myself don't got nuthin to prove
I might get
Big up boys who love hot pink
Big up girls who say what they think
I’m not down to be boxed in
Don’t tell me what to do
You can stare when I walk by
But
Boy don't you make me wait
I'm a diamond and you're so on the money
Reach out and touch me
And all I need is to feel you
Reach out and touch me
People hating they cant talk
Tell that boy to walk his walk
We put money inna safe
But we got it out your vault
Sister getting on my nerves so I told
momma
I’d no choice
Kill em niggas in the streets
Those lost fucking boys
Throwing Wraith on my name
Jump out of a private plane
Top down Hermes
debo
He turnin up wit a freak hoe
That be my bro
Whenever I talk he say I'm trippin
Tell em I love em he start acting different
Change up on your
If I'm Tryna' get with Somebody Like You
All the Views And the Places that I flew
But Never seen Nothing quite Like You
So Tell Me What a boy Like Me
Water no get enemy
I no be anybody enemy
Oya tell me why they envy me
Because I am clean and I am young and I'm a dope black nigga
That's the reason why
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