Lyrics:
spread
The fire increases, please believe it
Talent's reachin' coast to continent
You will find none greater
Hannibal the 8th, they call me a traitor
Cuz I
the Medellin
Her milkshake got me bad, but she ain't Kelis
I'm killing this shit right now, you should call police
I'm killing this shit right now, R.I
soundness and hope
Rose out of the old, mouth fountain of gold, bout doubts in the cold, but I wasn't alone
Wasn't my strength that made me to grow
Wasn't my
air I breathe.
Are you lost in the plate glass sermon?
Don’t call it death for me instalment plan,
She’s putting the armor on my back,
Rigging
air I breathe.
Are you lost in the plate glass sermon?
Don't call it death for me installment plan,
She's putting the armor on my back,
Rigging
I'm blockin' your phone number
You call me from over your best friend's house
And it's not hot
That I can't even go out with my girlfriends
Without
school game like a Sega on me
No matter how much bread I touch
I'll never play the homie
And niggas know
That we live by these codes, It's always up
I
ya groceries.
They call me JazO but you'ont know me.
Hook 2:
I'm doin' it all in my sleep.
I'd like to welcome y’all to my dream.
Got my eyes wide
a damn bout a snatty's nose kid like me [?]
Hoodini the fat boys know that [?]
I hit 'em on a jack niggaz never call back
[Hook]
[Outro:]
I want
(Hook)X2
They wanna see me inpense I just got out of a Benz
I am not wearing a vest u niggaz just some for the legs
And all of my shooter want beef
got me back snapping necks again
So you better call your family
And your next of kin
'Cause when we go to war, nigga
It's like a Mexican
I cut your ass
Not talking bout racks I don't want talk no more
A hook by Young I'Sa a 10 fasho
I was dripping I had the Givenchy coat
It came with the title we
your with it then relax while I spit it on the track now
You can call me this, you can call me that
You can call me sick, in fact please don't call me
What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I
. got you sprung,
You know I ain’t the one,
To shy away from being blunt,
Now let me go ahead and spark one up!
[Katie Tropp: Hook]
Get out your mutha
wings
Can't walk cause I'm sippin' on lean
Got a 9, call me Luol Deng
Ever since a young nigga [?]
Don't never let the money make me
Grow up to be what I
It's a trap, it's a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black?
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls
Then I stop to think and wonder
Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town
You wanna call me up? Take my number down
It's 222-2222
I got an answering
when they see me
I heard a snicker a laugh, I take a look at the evening news
And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up,
ever see me again
There's something on the all
Out, the call out, somethin' on the doormat
Last summer, last fight
And y'all had a fall out
I can sense
is LeBron and Brody
Trappin' all these P's, trappin' all his O's
Call me Westbrook , put a blindfold on your hoe
If she look she took, fuck the cougar
She be spoiled by me ballin'!
Like New York and maybe this my new store
And yes! I have found it for you!
So catch me and my new heart!
Uh it's
And I could style on you
Something down to hell with this
You can't style on me
Nigga I'm out of your league
I'm liable to be a liability'
You plan
a thousand next
And I could style on you, something down to hell with this
You can't style on me, nigga I'm out of your league
I'm liable to be a liability'
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