Lyrics:
stalker been in search of meat
That one's also ready to behave a bit more badly
And to stay in this so madly and biting your neck not friendly man
My audio
Yo Lyte, can we swing some of this?
Nah, nah man I can't sing
No? What you mean, no?
Fuck that motherfucking bullshit
Kiss my motherfucking ass
(It's Silver Steph yea)
In the worst situation that I find myself in (Woo)
I let Jesus dig me out, Always find a way to win
Self-control is
the ass is on TV
They’ll drive a stake through yo heart but they’ll still be the ones bleedin’
I said what’s a man without his demons?
That’s what we call
Without you I would die
You give me butterflys
Smoke like all night
Keep you by my side
Way up on a vibe
Them shades is polarised
Feeling so high
I'm kinda
some clippers
I bang and then I hang out at the Staples like Blake Griffin
You can tell I'm getting money the way that glass house is sitting
I mash
of lemon
This one is the buisineisum
I don't make this drink by the gallon
I make it by the cup, then I'm stylin'
Got KFK, Slaughterhouse and Brother
Love is the best but so goddamn addictive and god it's so hard to survive the withdrawals
You keep assuring me that you are all mine but I still see his
one like Rick man by my side no matter what the friction
Uh uh uh
Mortalize the humans that's they description
But I'm 17 so y'all don't wanna listen
the brokest niggas
But this gunna fix 'em
Let me get my 2 guns, for rappers that can use help
Now that Meth is back, you can tell me how my shoes felt
Just
Steady drivin' with you all up in the night time
Steady gettin' blinded by all of the headlights
Man you look good look good in the moonlight
Shawty
I have a song to sing, O
(Sing me your song, O)
It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn loon
Who fled from the mocking throng-o
It's the song
coming back
Crack babies from the eighties
We didn't picture that
Gang banging through the nineties
Shit was wicked man
Then the internet came
It got
M&M's
Got them chocolate drop eyes
Every time she walking by me she be dropping my eyes
Down low down low, she drop it low
Yeah she Glowy like my final
to hit the organs every time at 40 paces, it's important
I can't explain why now, by the way
Legs in a crate delivery by today
If a uniformed man knock
the eye
And I'd say "Hi! Excuse me, but do you mind
If I shine the glass while your clothes dry?"
My whole life is a (My whole life is a delicate
By the boat that i bought
Or the fish that i caught
Or the slut that i fucked
In the alleyway
Bet my mama ain't too proud of me
But motherfucker
countin' on me
I'm a free man but they locked up my G (Free that)
Local guys, wey get clout oversea
Area Boy, wey get clout oversea
You get wrapped by
All they do is get older
Let me welcome y'all niggas to the mind of a menace
Nigga never had a damn thing talked to me
If you never been a nigga from
to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone
And it's on a motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause
My raps is tight
You fuckin punks,
All ready plotting on how to Control the narrative
Applying pressure by any means
That's just imperative
OOOUUU, this beat is nasty
Arkitek send me
I saw her in the lobby
She wants to play with my lolly
Gave her my card and said call me
Only God is above me
I saw her in the lobby
She wants
sir, right now
If you've read your bible
You've read the story
About the man
That could not see, hallelujah
But he heard that Jesus was coming by
first that mask from our face
And as the time passes by the only thing that we find is disappointment that we lived in a lie
We make a simple mistake
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