Lyrics:
pulling that lever
My feet don't need shoes cause my dorsals have feathers
I'm an angel now, my spirit ain't tethered
You really thought this was
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
scarred by a revolv'
With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look
the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggas my pop's age that
that ass up as I get deeper rip that mask off that grim reaper
If you love her then you should keep her if you don't then you should leave her
I'm
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You
the mornin', that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains
I got niggas my pop's age that
likes you?
Cause I can't really think of any, so
If you don't leave now Imma have to fight you
Think you're hot shit
And you think you're all that
If by
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
mind when Pete Davidson started fuckin' Kim (crazy)
He be dressin' dusty now, he don't even look rich
He been lookin' stressed since that white boy
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Chin then I give you nightmares then I granny granny granny on the way to the printer my album spin spin spin try to pose for a picture when I'm there
give the past now
To get the picture you gotta give the background
Yeah my mind been doing circles with this
Album overthinking, cause i don't know what
shit
Greasy, nuisance, easy, ruthless
Hit 'em 'cause I'm wild then I'm out
Deuces
Come to 9G, I keep a pair, that's pitty pack
I don't rock designers,
nigga, Boogs
He got killed by a best friend He got killed by a best friend
So I need to know Baby, would you ride around for me
Down to die for me? Hit
Ladies and gentlemen
My name Terrance Michael
And I wanna welcome you to Sessions
If you can still hear me talking right now
It mean you then made it
metal. Now, they're they're just like what's that, that other lot, the
Bleedin Bojack Company! You know, I'll find an abbreviation for the MTV mob, don
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
Man, I ain't even gonna stunt
But I could show you how
I could show you how
If you don't know then you know now
If you don't know then you know now
I
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