Lyrics:
Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my surrender, like Aerosmith
You can Dream On, 2020
With that Kanye Steez
When I hop on this beat
Can't you see me be
The best version of me
Now multiply by three
I'm Nerd to the Nerd to the Nerd
"poor boy" he said, weeping.
"Last night there was a boy singing kindly at my door,
I would like to have given him some change or maybe more"
The spirit,
kick HIYA
2 2 3 Shells flying by ya
Cold world I stay wit that fire
True shit no liar
I'm the new Mixtape Messiah
I keep that heat by my side cause its
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain
[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass
that new world shit
"It's that new world shit"
Crashin' in the shower
White noise in my head is getting louder
Or maybe that's the water
Spirals down
door would be unlocked,
And I'd teach your Mom not to fear my cock,
I'd download all my music in MP3s,
And wouldn't fear retribution from record
When you get,
Run off your block,
By cops,
cnd they're the ones,
Harassing us,
But yet,
You wanna,
Run down on an op,
Truth told,
It sounds like your
to be the best version of myself
But it's hard to be
I set no limits on my growth
I need to be so perfect or I'd rather be a ghost
I try to start my day
'cause they riches ain't like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six
became a factor
A biggish kid with glasses I bet you can guess what happened
But then time passed by like 3 years later
My image was transformed by what He
Galactic thinking my mind is out of this world
I bring it down to the ground but in orbit it swirls
Hurled at different thoughts
My world is put
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
clear staring out my (E Y E)
Tryna be the best version of my self thats the three eyed me
I aint aiming for no fame
Got that passion for the game
Yeah
taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it
went behind closed doors
I pulled down got my briefcase that was on the floor
Flipped the latch lift the lid Pulled out my smith n wesson
Yes my shiny
gonna find a bed and ray down to rest
More day keep passing by
I make a thing a lot about my life on the line
Like a game i have to play one day
How
driving you home
If forever feels like this
If you're dying to know
Don't show up at my apartment door
You don't owe me anything, love
Pass all the nice
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes
the expectation of nothing
(No expectations)
Even if all the doors in front of you are shuting down
And the world is telling that you're capable of doing nothing
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
ready for this war
One little, two little, three little, four
The wolves are around and we're knocking at your door
My name is destiny, eliminating
, three, three, the angels are at your door you better open up
Four, four, four, stop the second-guessing
Five, Five, five baby keep undressin'
Six, six,
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