Lyrics:
degrees
For' I get killed by somebody I know
Loosing myself
Swear I never felt so lonely
Just like 2pac from the concrete I rose
How can you hate me
But you
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
me?
Picture myself a old man a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liars all day
Time pass (Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
yourself
And Tunechi's gon' find someone to love
And you go by yourself, so all alone
One minute she love me,
The next minute she hate me
That's two minutes
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
Let me get on out
You broke niggas faces
Face it
Broke is a mental that's basic
(UH HUH)
I hate it
Here
Got the flavor you can hear
Now it's all up
a little sick and different
And I mean it when I said it
Do you remember that?
[Hook 2]
Hell motherfuckin ya
You don't want to get in trouble with
the pace running personally run the race
I done seen these 忍者s from across the way by the bay
Seen them out with the blade I see these 忍者s everyday
lair
Two demons on pills
And they popping like Now and Laters
Ima tell ya a tale
But don't call me a liar later
I was put in this cell
So I could be
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
to find faster ways to count 'em (yeah)
A minute on the block, how fast I make a thousand? (Cain)
That nigga you love to hate, still hug blocks and bubble
and whole new one
In the past and down the drain part 2 here it come
Do it by myself so fuck everyone
Helping stupid people you ungrateful cunts
I serve
for a liar or a fake
And if you want to hate, well Yippeekaiyai mutha...
Skipping my way come now follow the leaders
The words in my rapbook digest
repentance
Let's start this instant.
Who's that
Cool cat. Sitting back
Earning my racks by chewing the fat.
I'm so cold, I'm froze
My flows dozer over my foes
Let's go, go, go, go, go, go
The homie. Introduce yourself
I'm like the president, surrounded by Macs, and all my niggas making presidents, serving
a liar out of pure projection
I was thinking about other girls
Cause I needed more attention
You were enough but for me there is never enough
Everytime I
understood that phrase)
We should probably hide the guy that leaked his meat online to minors
Two different kinds of bitches
You a fuckboy pedophile
Meanwhile
Sixty over sixty with no brakes, there ain't no stopping me now
A million thoughts a minute, any minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this
minute I'm gonna drown
Two million people in this city, yet it's a desolate town
Weird stares, blank space, wears a dead face with a frown
So sick
the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy
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