Lyrics:
The size of the opponent you facing
Don't make a difference
All that matter's
Do you have what it takes
To go the distance
You've been knocked to the ground
shelf
Yeah I was broke before but I want mad wealth
I'm good all by myself
You'd think I had help
Boy who you think you foolin
That's yo Dad Belt
the assumptions
You would've thought I was broke by
The way that I move
Would've thought I was bluffin'
(yeah, yeah, ah ah)
Yeah, well I can't learn, no, anything
some shoes and then some clothes like it's a movie with the bros (hahaha)
But all that shit was cap, now your movements lookin' broke
And, recently,
I'm on the North Side
Thinking bout a way to change the game
My seat is court-side
Hot boy rolling, 18
I'm bout to scorch by
Had to put the porch by
scent
Can't change over pretty pennies, that wouldn't make any sense
Kawhi brought a hoop to the porch of grounds where the city sits
I stood right behind
made for the streets
Shoe
She a 8 out of 10
Shoo
Can't be seen in the streets with you
If you owe and you broke
Then that's a Contradiction
Wanna
sound silly
All my broke boys go and raise ya glass
We don't need no rich chick sitting on our laps
Ie just need time and a mind that don't quit
See me
shit gnarly
I was took for a ride
Like I was swerving on a Harley
And I ain't no bad boy
But love I'mma destroy
She broke me down bad
Now she made me
It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue (they ain't got a clue)
Why my Cutlass blue
And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
y'all should know that
If you make me feel a type of way you getting wrote at
Not wrote about so listen to these words out my mouth
I make 'em count by
side of earrings
Hat broke off, am I starting to see things
Walls flyered with toxic masculinity
Couch surrounded by unread books like where the fuck you
confident
No opposition around me
Competing all by myself
Took the kid a while just to get like this
And still growing
Boy I'm on fye
It's gettin too hot
boy
"Don't try to start a revolution
When 3:16 is the solution"
That Preacher walked way
There's nothing left to say
Didn't need him anyway
Oh boy
Dudes be talking about my music like they do it just by any means
I just see them as my enemies, forget your stupid jealousy
These cats they act so
extra L size
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Stacks on deck, that's on my life
You never wear the same thing twice,
If you leave with ya boy toniigghhttt
You can
The cattle they stampeded, were running all around
My pony ran but stumbled and it threw me to the ground
I felt the end was near, that death would be
individual that is presented to me
So how goes it my friend, how are you?
You've doted your i's and crossed your Q's
Cause boy oh boy do I have something
a sissy out o' him
Not him! Not my boy! Not Bill
[Chorus:]
Bill, I will see that he is named after me, I will
My boy, Bill! He'll be tall
And tough
the saddle
As soon as you hit the ground
You heard that the tough get goin'
When the goin' gets tough
Around here what we say is
Boy you better cowboy
fucking self, I'll put you under the ground
Say hi to the pound
You know you who dealin' with
You need to
Get it in your head that you are the best one out
Self-Destruction
Written & Produced DeShawn Cato
Verse
I wish that, the ground would fall beneath her feet
because of all this pain, she left
care about me so I don't care about you
I can't be broke that ain't no joke fool what else can I do
My mama kicked me out now I know that she don't love
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