Lyrics:
Until I up and took a trip to the southern Atlantic
At the epitome, what I believe, was making me panic
And you
A steady rock in the storm
Everything I
What's up Prime
Let's go
Still floatin'
Float
I'm in the Tesla, on autopilot being mindful
Realizing that success is really just survival
See we
stone
Signed up by Duffy, one of our own
They say Autumn in the forest is a sight to see
Millions of colours hanging from each tree
But yellow is
in plastic
Rub her rub her
Up and down
Do-si-do
Go round and round
Don't be sold on plastic smiles
This world is run by fucking clowns
I'm in
I'm out
isn't my day
Y'all can dub and hurt me
But I'm fueled by God's tender love and mercy
Devil tryna work me
But I pop up in the scene, chocolate car,
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
Off Peers, Got Beats that'll Knock By See Us
Roll Up, Get Ya Throat Cut
Catch A Buck Fifth, Watch Yo Chest Lift
Dope Rhymes, Cause The Small Eyes Take
Off Peers, Got Beats that'll Knock By See Us
Roll Up, Get Ya Throat Cut
Catch A Buck Fifth, Watch Yo Chest Lift
Dope Rhymes, Cause The Small Eyes Take
tell me what I can and can't be
Living in the North now making magic
Eastside hustle I had to manage
Grew up in the South where I found my talent
Came
when I fly by
I don't abide by anybody
I'm on a night ride with a shorty
Show her my wild side we naughty
Blacked out, we in a car that's why it's tiring
mama's eyes
That old family album she'll keep on her night stand
Right next to the Bible until the day she dies
Through all those years in prison she
the surrogates and passer-bys blocking the way
No one could hear them speak even if they bowed down and tried
So they gave up and they drove out to get their eyes
People I love been left out and abandoned
That's why I gotta keep scheming and planning
This flow so wet compare me to Atlantic
Imma a step up like Tatum
you take up the bet
Corvette when you get out the jet
Diamonds glowing around my neck
Atlantic calling, Def Jam stalling still bout to cash a check
don't come from same element
I'm in L.A, 44 Atlantic
Overtime up for forrensic
and now I'm found
Killed off a demon that was gnawing at my energy
Tied up by generation 'til I came unbound when you
Cut me open, compensate me for
one day I make it with the beat and the mic
On my first show Ima pull up in my ten dollar bike
On the mic, no cap
With antidote on the beat, boom bap
No
rising in love/
Looking at the future and its sizing us up/
Holding hands, we hopeful the horizon above/
What am I saying baby cuz I am in love/
It's so
the money up
Bitches hit the floor
Niggas in Atlantic ain't hit the shore
In Newyork boutta start a war
Squad all here
Hard to ignore
If you ain't down then
street Made a Million outta Nothing, flip that Dollar 25 times segregated business Bumpin' aint that what dey mean When they say pull up by ya own
not having it, no I'm not having it
You gotta do a lot more and that's just how it be
I'm Mary Blige and you just ain't runnin' up in me
I need a man
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
the Gravediggas
Poltergeist you betrayed by socialites
Now the albums up for sale you can't even focus right
Hocus Pocus aside from money it was more to life
Now
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Please
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