Lyrics:
It was all a dream
Nothing's what it seems
Get it by any means
I do it for my team
For this music I'm a feine
Sola is the theme
Eargasm make you
Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe, let's hang a bigot by his toes
Get rid of the ones who be speaking the truth but bitch you know more'll come after them too
like this beat, see
Rapping off-kilter
Sometimes I hit the cigarette without no filter
I like it when it's lag-time
Let-my-pants-sag time
Let go and let
leaving by the seat of my pants
She said go on get out and have a good time
Don't bother coming home if you can't bring me mine
[Chorus: x2]
the wind on my elbow
But I'm driving by the seat of my pants
I keep on tryin' to tune in, tune in on the radio
Trying to tune me out of my trance
I
swear I'm a kill him Hop in that you, you swear I'm a spin him
These real niggas jeans, Imma spin in my denim
If you come up the walk and you come after
the band
We can do it all just because we can
(Hey hey) Come on now
We don't need no plans (hey)
Just fly by the seat of our pants
We can do it all just
the Rockafella’s building, took a seat by Jay,
handed em my tape, to see what he might say,
thought maybe he might play it, but baby, he right away said,
nope!
Broke
lens, see if you could see us advance
G-O-D in the dance, reporting freelance
Fought for a chance, got you hanging by the seat of your pants
Our
my lungs (smoke)
Arabian bitch in the passenger seat
Now she got a illegal bomb (bomb)
Baguette, the charm, rainbow, Daytona
I like to charm
As dark as the devil's heart and the crickets were rioting
He's always fast asleep by then so I unzipped his pants,
Dipped my hands and by the time he woke
bipolar like my nigga moe
I tear apart all of these niggas that come from the back of my store, like I'm shredding up cheese
Begging a nigga for mercy, just
Exposure turn deadly moe consequences how my city roll
Did everything to stay up in ya zone
In winning mode off of benning rd
In expensive clothes we was
I'm on the outside
But only cause my car full of pistols
And ima need another spare seat
Check my attire
Clip poking out of my pants it's the lead
ain't your girl
We meet up on the weekends
You tweaking
Got my name up in your mouth
Please have a seat man
I don't even know your last name
You trying
shitted on
So I'm moving play by play
Eating worldwide
(Eating worldwide)
Tell my niggas pass the plate
Pass the plate, pass the plate
So many things I
long
You by yourself, done hit my phone
What you got go
What you got goin' now
Try to bag 'n bitch gotta see the tomford
Her I'm on her pants
So January
to fuck with me
Drag you by the toe like the tiger in eany miny moe
Throw you off a cliff in Ha Giang while I scream look out below
Like a faucet I was
down because my pants low
You can't run no moe boy get them hands up
I didn't wanna fight I had to man up
Kage went to juvie fo a lick again
Thought that
Wondering how the fuck this shit gon' pan out
All my life I been a sniper in the city I been camped out
They been searching for a hand-out
Prolly
the water I feel blessed about it
I'm going shopping for new pants my cash just broke the pockets
Black bottega my toes
Light stay on no pose
Chicago 1s d
Cursin' up a storm
Cause I left my Walther in the drawer
Like a spy, I'll try to take your vehicle by force
Opening the doors
Put the pedal
for motivation, you be helped by it
I put twenty in my teeth because I felt like it
My number one is making sure that mom's straight
My whole family
of Trayvon's dad as a present for him
In my present form I'm desert storm
Appetite for destruction is no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less
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