Lyrics:
bout hoes and I be dreaming of wealth
Fielding attention
Having some feelings would help baby show some affection
I gotta beat it up, gotta leave a dent
turn him to a poster
Cardiac arrest him he slow up
Heart attack in his chest and it's over
Keep a real vest and not one for show, son
You could get
Bout to scoop her up, I'm feelin' like the
Big Dipper She said, when you comin' over, I do P O R N
I said, baby, calm down, you had me at when I'll be
if we're the ones upon whom He would work immediately
We just don't know
Look at John five again, now the East at Jerusalem verse two
By the sheep
You know I body beats like I'm corpse's at the morgue
Ain't no agent orange
Got a pistol and I leave it pourin'
Like I'm John Wick
I'm coming for
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a Black Beama'
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
to blow like that shit is TNT (boom)
Baby shake it up, throw yo' ass for the beat (beat)
Fresh, 'bout the kettle, you can tell by all the steam (hot)
Pull
fools want up in my shoes
But after fucking with me
They're givin' up rap, and they're singin' the blues
Me and DJ Train dropping bombs like a P2
So
to
Stay the label and management then
Decided to build our
Band up the grass-roots route they put Hayley
On Fueled by Ramen not making
It known she was
Let me show you my building man, it's the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout
This is me, fourth solo
Let me show you my building man, it's the Carter
I'ma show y'all the ins the outs the ups the down, know what I'm talking bout
This is me, fourth solo
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
me, let me show you what fun can be
Choppin up from beyond the sea
Ain't this some (shhh) still playa hate cause I kept real
Never asked for a free
telling me "You so good man, you going up!"
But what's the point in getting all this praise when nothing good really shows up?
Can't break out of this cycle
Needa Backpack Bitch Ta Show Er Butt
All My Niggas They Be Posted Doin Burn Outs
Ina Cut
& All Yo Niggas They Some Goofies Bet Not
Think Bout Runnin Up
like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices
to show
Masculinity's what you need to show
So hardest out as if I was the seed of John Q
Funny how fast all your past
Demons can find you
Ain't got a clue
Bitch I’m damu free my brother he crip inside them cells
Tall P Piru gone chalk ya up if I say give em hell]2x
They loving the way that I’m moving
dry
Could you find it inna yuh heart
To give me one more bly
I won't abuse the situation
This time I won't lie
By mi nightly conversation
Also mi
dry
Could you find it inna yuh heart
To give me one more bly
I won't abuse the situation
This time I won't lie
By mi nightly conversation
Also mi
resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how
Platform witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show
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