Lyrics:
real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
she can’t afford to choose a fee
Cause it’s nothing but pimpin
They know it when I’m fucking with her
I’m a live and die by the rules o the game
to no preachers
And I'ma live to the limit till my ass drown by the reapers
I been travelin' this road so long
So many different paths I'm on
And I don't
the cream, turn me to ash stupid
I want no evidence I existed, the hidden hero
No fame simplistic, the 9 come with 3 zeros
Pow pow pow, prices up pound for
heard nothing like me yet
Bring anyone I bet money, live will set
Your honey sticking like honey, nice and wet
Don't lie, you would like to be Ghetts
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
February 1st, 1975's my birthdate
The player the B-O-I, was brought onto this Earth on Thursday
I think see, my cap I twist it back from all the dank
But
'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
O berimbau - One-stringed Brasilian instrument that Max often uses Conquista o Mundo
conquer the world Da Lama ao Caos - From The Mud To The Chaos
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
they won't be no next time
Took a puff while I thought
About my next line
Head fried but I got morals that I live by
So I could never pull a knife on my
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
granted
Always take me for granted o-o oh
I feel like something 'bout me
Kinda scares you away
Like you never woke up to a terrible day
Do you ever watch
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
dollars, guess I shouldn't start a war
You think I'm crazy, yeah you think I'm crazy
Let me live that fantasy
U-S-P-O-P
I'm at the bus støp in a one-puff taxi
Gotta shotty if you wanna pop the back seat
In the velly bass bumpin through the black sheets
While you ø
try to shine I make your heart work proper
And that's comin from the drifter and if ya
Are-you-IN YA L-I-P, you will B-E-G-O-N-E
So let the guests
by our blood?
I guess we made it through the rain for getting stuck in the mud
Look, if we ain't leave, we would've never met the crew
But if we had
BACK-TO-CHORUS(X2).
I do best with what I do right/ with the pen I pour the ink on the dotted lines/ done deal so show me by the exit door/ no ash tray I'm smoking by
fast so I had to blow
And I walked by faith,not by sight
Cause I know G-O-D will guide me right
I take the bitter with the sweet,I know you feel my
Cannot climb this high, be careful
But you know I am the devil, 'cause I am a fucking G.O.A.T.
Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
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