Lyrics:
blur the axioms fastest, crews lose lunches by the hundreds, lose electricity, lose gas, phone, plumbing, humming keep your mouth closed, keep your cows
heard the trenches got a hero
It's about time hundred on my neck
I came a long way from Compton
Fifty on my wrist
I came a long way from child time
If I
Cause baby, baby, nothing you can tell me, will ease the pain
Yesterday you passed me by, I caught your eye, I know you saw me
Why did you, ignore me
When
away from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (bitch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade,
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
bumming bash out stunting she a baddie she shake it for money
She a baddie I send her some hundreds she saw bro she want him to hit that
Life a bitch I'm
money for real
That lil' boy ain't run up no commas for real
Don't play with Baby I go million for million
I made it out, but yet I'm still in
trine hit me by surprise
Always keep a piece even when we order fries
30 magazine keep me off a white tee
Everything's a game baby to survive you gotta
even know what I mean
I just add this to the album because I thought it would make a good addition
So anyways without further ado shout out to the first
version of me
Feel something that my words can't reach
I'm captivated by you, baby
Swear your essence so electric
So magnetic
Yea
The passion, attraction,
problems
Tell lil' bro to pass the blunt Choppers by the hundreds
Bet I get they asses touched Niggas know I keep it on me
Pussy ask for what
embracing the version that I thought was weak
I see the potential within me with every second, my goodness, that boy hasn't peaked
Never discuss it, I'm
Existential crisis, I promise it'll be different tomorrow
You might be next on the diss list, you can't miss this
You can't keep up with my mindset
In hindsight
Song: Cruise Control (Extended Version)
Written by: A Ali
Intro:
A Ali: Hey
Lady J: Hey! What you doing?
A Ali: I ain’t doing shit…just riding.
baby
Deep and it feels sweet, sugar
no tellin what I do behind you, crazy
And just living this is killing me, Mercedes
I'm so caught up in fuckin
and the numbers
Impressing 'em by counting to a hundred
I was special
Never doubted it was something innate in my brain that would make me not make Mistakes
My
up the beat that's what I did too it
How many niggas have I influenced
I'm losing count
Crazy what they do for clout
I keep 100 bet my crew would
Can't even look your own self in the mirror
(Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet, nigga)
Niggas like you only belong in the theater
P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga
That's why you keep coming back, nigga
In the gym, now her ass bigger
Put in work till my cash bigger
100 mill in my stash, nigga
Cause I'm manifesting
unless
You give them a reason to
2017, Sincerely Yours was a murder
Probably album of the year
But who cares when nobody heard
It's getting crazy out here
through the omens that forsaken taboo
Love and marriage as a burden act completing the two
But you need to be a hundred keep it real just the truth
Do you
trying trying trying
to keep you close to me
Baby you will never be alone
cause i'll be by your side
by your side
By your side
going through the night
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
rap death and the album is comin' stand by
Jason Chucky Freddy couldn't kill it its hard so eh! try
And then if I'm not the king of the mixtapes then
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