Lyrics:
then you last
If you ain't first, then you last
If you ain't first, then you last
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go go
Go fast, go fast, cuz if you ain't first
Hello! I can see you)
You know, did anybody get to go to the
Artrve? That was a party
Oh you know, that was my last tour
The artrave
And, when I went
And before you go to war, know it's honor in prayin'
There'll be vomit on the toilet after last night
These n- ball and they move (Jesus)
Yeah, they gotta
the first nigga that's catching a case
I stalk through the hood, get a QP, I'm so G
You can not do me, I'm a certified gangsta
And I'm sponsored by Louis
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
foreign hoes
Every time you see me
Them Feds lookin' where I go
Gotta keep my hand clean
Keep a lawyer on my phone
And you know the trap
It be boomin' all
keep it real
Keep it real my niggas?
Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggas
After the bullshit, I stayed right there
Took you
a
Mentality that suppresses humanity
Some of you here probably remember the night
When the Donda tweets came through
Me and I started talking about professions
With a stack and some clothes
And my friend wanna join
And take off we go
Road to success we go
Through St. Louis and Chicago
Ain't no bed to sleep in
with you, I know I couldn't ask for more
To me we can't go back to where we were before
Let's sit by the fire, talkin' bout our struggles
When I look
Last night I sat out on the boat dock and smoked a big cigar
Let my mind drift back along the road of life
I've traveled down so far
Started out
you talking bout who got it man I'm modest
When you talking bout a profit, imma pocket
Hold that shit, man I'm at the back door
When I get in imma go
keep it real, Keep it real my niggas?
Last year alone I spent 1.5 mil on my niggas
After the bullshit I stayed right there
Took you to award shows
Can it be I stayed away too long?
Did I leave your mind when I was gone?
Well it's not my thing trying to get back
But this time let me tell you
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
in my lap
Never made a mistake now you loving it
People starin at me I’m ignoring it
Yeah
All night I stayed up my life need some peace
I don’t know
some supervision?
Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video?
If there were no prisons, well, where would robbers go?
And what if I told you
needed your love
Like, like, what do you want
I was lost and I looked for your love
Where'd you go? Yeah, we been out of touch
Smokin' too much, I'm
she stayed in that night
I'd go round with ice-cream and we'd talk 'till daylight
She wouldn't have to have had an operation again
And she wouldn't
lonely up at night and nobody was by my side (Boom boom boom)
2016 came my homie died I felt the pain I woke daily sniffing caine
Then late at night I
An empty space where we made love
Right here in my lonely bed
You're in my memory so clear
I feel your presence
Falling back
The thought of that
these niggas wouldn't ever fuck with me
I did my dirt and stayed lowkey
Came up in a city where nobody knows me
Now everywhere I go I feel so fucking
That I put in my raps
You know it's good to be back
I wish they knew that I was
Slow, cracked, and fragile
And hope that they ask if
I'll go back
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