Lyrics:
Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Findi, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Credit card scamming finessing like y'all really made them dollars
That's just a hunnid
be walkin' around for the shit that we got done
Don't get me mixed up with these fuck doggies
Cause no I am not one
Make a scene you get picked up, we
of gray, spoke: "Challis must be chosen. This
is the secret I have carried with me for all these
years. Although I was once rebuffed by my only true
love,
get tossed up by strangers
Yo it's the wild life
Where peeps takin' life for keeps
Yo it's the wild life
We all brawlin', fight to eat
way
Every promise that I ever made (ever made ever made)
Came into fruition
I promise that by 25 I'll pay off my tuition
I promise that I'll always
To the liberties they're taking
Colours of the winds are changing
All this progress they died making
Still so much discrimination, I can't believe
These politicians
made her sweater
Heatherette with a Rock & Republic skirt
Steve Madden boots
Or was it Baby Phat
Nah, they said sis was young, built tight,
but still
short on the pesos
That's how the game goes
Though the concrete grew a black rose
Seven years old plateaued
Back from the dead followed by black crows
into the cave by The Dragon's tail
For a split second
While there was only silence
Well
The King looked around for The Man
Who was nowhere in sight
But
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Verse 1
Every single second ticking
My brain is racing
Erasing
Whatever the fuck could happen.
The hallucinations are coming
Through
can see me
No second thought on the way that they treat me
Runnin from these demons life without a meaning
For them it seems life is so easy
The reapers
a girl like you would just keep on walkin'
But here you are, I'm charming, and you can't stop talkin'
And what a mouth those words come out
I'd love to try
I'm callin' out your name, in the shadow of my shame,
With every note I'm wishin', for your forgiveness I'm missin'.
[Verse 2]
These boots have walked
these kids in ranges, believe them niggaz brainless
All they tote is stainless, you just remain as
calm as possible, make the deal go through
If not,
use a comb
Now people always ask how are these things known
'Cause the dome does the doing for things that are done at home
That's why I keep a pick
each of you
London's not a place
It wasn't left beneath our boots
And by grace we have been blessed
With that most elegant of truth
You stand here not
slow now my boot is on the gas
Any problems, I'm a trucker yo
I shoot before I pass, get it?
Watch your conduct nigga
Throw parties for my nigga's that
Time steady ticking you chances are low
Air this bitch out but my bitch on the floor
I take my time but I'm never slow
Ass fat I walk by and it poke
Fuck
Bottles, bottles, pour it all
Please pour these bottles, bottles for our heavy hearts
Our heavy hearts
My love runs so deep, sit here and pray
a hell of a diet
Straight up like a kangaroo
Pumpin' like a fist do from a pro-black
This is automatic rap, made a minute
Take a second i'm a get it maybe
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
weapon
So in event of my death when
All said and done
Know that you made me accepted by myself
Or else, these words wouldn't move amongst brethren
Seven
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