Lyrics:
defensive and yell leave me alone
These are my quarters stupid, go get your own
Dude walked away with this look in his eyes like,
Yo man.. I wonder what's
COLD TURKEY
He on IG Live He say he gone hurt me
In front in his partners he sound pretty certain
He Want all the smoke till I seen him in person now
like Jeff bezos
Bitch!
But fuck it
Imma keep it classy
Cuz
My shithole country's pretty nice if u ask me
Just these filthy fuckin pigs
Get to live
Subliminal Messages
I live that high life
And spark up by nighttime
My aura a whole vibe you want me as your wife
You ain't gotta pretend
Subliminal Messages
I remember times at my nanie house
Pot cooking on the cooker food never running out
Hand me downs from my uncle he got bars too
But didn't hand me
Things you should know...
You gotta live by the code
Yea I can't say I'm trapped out cuz I juug off my laptop
But junkies'll pass by cuz I stay by
epic, but...
They all feel the same
There is one hundred or more
Years disconnect happening in
These air-conditioned rooms, fueled
By MTV, reality
and forever
All my niggas is with me
I'm the greatest till they come get me
I'll cut you off if you're ify aye
I flex on these niggas, I flex on these niggas
a record
Nah I'm sittin back and takin notes
Wont see these hands around no throat
I got a plan I got a rope
Don't cross that line and I said nope
Excuse me
afford it
My shit is all imported
They hatin on my vision
That's there's is all distorted
Racin to the money
I be feeling like Jeff Gordon
These rappers
I could rewind
Turn back the hands of time
Couldn't live up to they expectations
Well at least I tried
I done Dreamed plenty times
Half of em I
Instead of building these lasting fences
What's in the heart matters most of all
Most of all
It's a colorful world, it's a beautiful world that we live in
Hand to hand, runnin' from the police (sellin' motherfuckin' dopes)
(Smokin' weed)
I see you
Live your life as a ghetto star
(look at these tramp ass
Throw his ass in the trunk
Ain't no coming back
Hand that boy a lil Tec
Ain't no coming back
Hit a lil drive by
In the cul-de-sac
Hit that boy with
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
to Julia Parker
Hey, Jeff the King where's my mic stands?
Martini with his 40 oz. in hand, to Jai Dods and his son Christian
I gotta say thank you
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
These niggas dont live by the code no mo
How the fuck you call a nigga yo mans yall hit a lick and you told
He tried to help you feed yo fam the heat
Zuckerberg's hands
Jeff Bezos owns your soul
It's all for nothing
It's all for nothing
Liking Memes on 9GAG
Doing Donuts in your parking garage
You are rich, but
Jericho, I'm puttin' these boys in a BREAKDOWN and they watchin' it live
Got that Hardy on like I'm Ed, I been goin stupid, step out of the crib tonight
I'm
my head
Give me one good reason not to feel like I am dead
It lives inside of me
Faltered hesitation by design its part of me
Part of me
Constant
hardly cope
With all these assets
You might fuck round, catch a red dot
You on the sidelines
I ride by rocking all dead stock, yeah
I'm killing it like
Yeah, huns want me whole, they tryna cuff me take that as a joke
Take that as a joke, I'ma lean till I doze
Niggas go screw you then gone by a blow (Yeah)
Killing all these verses, might call my album the eulogy
R.I.P. to numerous verses that I done been on
Send a beat, I eat it like pussy, yeah, I'ma spit
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