Lyrics:
nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
profits
Losing them made me heartless and it ain't a day that go by that they not on my head like a bonnet
I remember them days in the trap I was showing
brush
I can try and keep back up the pace
But then again, oh
How is it they would know!
Rocky moons are silent bowls that hold in all your poems
So no
Turning 5 to a 10, you know the routine
It was 2016, living off a scholarship
Saw you at the house party on some college shit
Back then I'll hit it once
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
bang
Big bang, bi-big bang
It's gettin' bigger by the second
Check it
OK, I'm here to rock the tugboat and bare the others farewell
I shook
tryna test my brain in the AM
That's an exam then it's on to a next man
Still scarred by my ex hoes
Could show her true colours in a photo
That's
Rent-a-cop standin' by the door fuck it
I shot him and shot the owner
While I was at it
I'm issuin' death wishes to
Victims with automatics
I'm tired of 'em
are doin'
I thought I was doin' the most then someone said to me
Nigga why you babysittin' only two or three shots?
I'mma show you how to turn it
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
It was a full
with the gift
who knew this man was equipped with the gab for the game
are you mad? what a shame
when i'm after the fame
on this track with the bang
i
that's hard
ok, do you understand, because I wanna do different things and I'm not
Please continue straight and then keep to the right
But that implies
different
There was nothing funny about these clowns but then
They smiled, they juggled, they laughed
But yet something was terribly, terribly wrong
I
catching me
Might bang a journalist so she notice me
We were losing I was laughing at the bench
Put me out hit them spurs like i was the french
Got her
hops then a scotch
Now I'm so on it hot like scotch bonnet
Yo man I might pop man I might bang
but I won't run with a whole different gang
Man I might
And then let's go
Wanna see some paintings
Italian fresco
Made it to the Menil
Right off of fifty-nine
Ended up looking at Rothkos
Hues by Yves Klein
She
out on the Birch Knoll Dam
Cruising to Norcross, ride with fam
Then it's back to the general store
Jim Beam and red wine running
Yeah, we buying some
the talents and
I am the captain of the hot blooded caravan
Spread in a different look to charred and battered lands
It's outta function I see girls that can
like he was a Jesus
I'm holy, horrors making eye contact
Surviving the thrones, stones at yo front door, bang it though
When a nigga get dough, promise I
in Illinois when I was
Back in there doing my thing
Taking all the different classes, it
Destroyed his brain then, his brainstem
Everybody, say these
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
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