Lyrics:
are you
Where are where are you
Where are where are you
Ase trap ketsao saka
Summer after summer heat after heat okare ubaby Jake Matlala
Maradona maar
you
Or maybe you just too good for me
I can't lie, I'm indecisive
I take my wrongs and try to right them
All these songs, that's why I write them
All
credit
And these video hoes on BET getting naked for
These video dancers (that) never did a jail sentence
And it's all so Jake and it's all so pathetic
Came in this world all alone
And I’m leaving in the same way
These n*ggas dap you then shit on you in the same day
Different stage, but the same play
All
back at her face.
They tell her where she's been
I'll tell you where she's going,
She's got her name on a stool down at Eddie Owen's place.
She
like a Caymen
But we know it's all Wayne, there's no Damon
Only God could judge me
Jesus piece on at my arraignment
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Explain
Xan, 'bout to smoke a hundred grams
I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am
Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man
But the light just might
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I'm a killer, I'm that nigga
All my niggas they gon' feel it
All these niggas talk
what it brings
Ain’t choosing the other side I’m choosing whichever side is green
Screaming money ain’t a thing cause we all are human beings
And that’s
that money will hit your hands different
I can't even lie, I got inspired by that damn kitchen
Rockin Rick Owens on my feet I feel like
stabbin thing again, it's..
You see I...uh
(rap/sing)
I stab people like everyday folks
skinny people any people I chop off their throats
My stabbin's are
her back, back
Pass lil bro a rock, you know he passin' back the cash, cash
Said he want the smoke, i beat his ass like Cactus Jake, Jake
I've been
ain’t dead gotta see shit ona bright side
Maybe y’all can kick it through the wood when you sky high
Like hollon wait,
If it’s a issue we come Wea
hero and me I was just a green kid
And I prayed that someday I could do all the things old Jake did
Well we sat around the bunk house one cold and lonely
'bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rose gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rose
layin' the cut (turn, turn, turn)
Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger (told me turn)
They love to make me a prisoner (told me turn)
I
try to cross you man his shirt say R.I.P.
Had to make up for them losses nigga like it's Maybelline
My lil nigga in the town, he got rich off of beans
I
finna count all the bands by the end of the week (End of The Week)
Yeah you know my shit ain't cheap (Shit ain't cheap)
Try to fuck with me (Yeah)
Imma
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in
of that
Mad potions
Super sand And the sand soaking
Lemon lime
Like Im Jake Owen
Hit his line
Cuz I'm outspoken
You been mad
Guess your mad knowing
goodnight
All of my friends by my side baby let's just glide
I've been tryna do what's right baby say goodnight
Baby Owen, Talon, they by my side
Take you
the well
I'll meet you down by the well (spacious thoughts)
The time gathered with poppy seeds and grass,
Growing nobody faster than Jesse Owens.
With
going harder
Finna ball Like is non
Tho lost many owens
I feel like riky owen
I be fixing all the drama
Collabing wit my haters
I don't like how
fire like Jake Long
With my dog like Finn
Ducking and dodging the Jakes
The case don't care bout you say
Charlie Brown, but you the parent
Now you know
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