Lyrics:
Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on, it's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out, get what you want, get out it's the short term, the long term
thought it was all fun and games in this bitch
You found out my nigga Buck (?) in this bitch
Y'all niggas be flexing, you lame in this bitch
We taking
London]
Chiswick Bridge to Newham and East Ham
Churchbells ring out through the land
You were born in London, England
[London, London, through the dark
Smokin dank by the poolside
She wanna hang with the cool guys
Jump in the whip and get lit in a cool ride
Pour it up and roll it up and get too
fam' hang in the balance
You the king, and your block is the palace
Y'all niggas is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your weight wet,
good for long enough Knock 'em out, sell 'em, move on,
It's a fast buck and the race is on to get in, get out,
Get what you want, get out it's
Shawty came back for the grip
Came in and stepped in the palace
Tryna get out of that shit
Tryna get out of this shit
I'm tryna get ounces and shit
Tryna
the moonlight
John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like
Ay, bruh, I go ham for dead presidents
And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic
It'll only cost you $22 bucks
And it'll change your life today!
Ty: Dylan, what's that thing glowing out of your pocket
Dy: Nothing. I'm just uhh,
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
and the satins.
Like a throne made of gilt, that too many johns have sat in.
Oh, just come over.
Roll up.
See Alice on the palace, where her name adorns
ham to the fam
Guess you had another plan
Time's getting rough my guy
Don't press your luck
You don't give a damn we don't give a fuck
All for a buck
brain, I think she a brain doctor
Open my third eye and unlock my chakra
Spiritual journey, I'm in my awakenin'
Damaged by fraudulence, fuckers be fake
unintentional malice
Want to battle one of us is endin up in God's palace
Doubt my shit's Official the Megatron missile
Bio computer virus with flesh
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
tinder tinder tinder tinder
Kids in the streets mortified by manslaughter
Shot by police with riot shields going H.A.M. on you
Popped in her knees grandma
the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ?
the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
I tell you what 'cause I get 'em then I share 'em
I get my ham fucked up then I ?
hoes
they come runnin' with they fans & they best clothes
to get stuck by the nigga with the million bucks
I won't lie and say I had a million fucks
sapiens
This island is all under control
Palms, palaces, down to hovel holes
Waiter bring me ham and garlic snails
Flagons deep enough to souse a whale
chucks
Iced up
Finding out how swift my knife cuts
On the court mic’d up
Malice at the palace
Alice in the foulest smelling apartment building you ever
with the ratchet
Gotta have it
Okay, me and my bae live in a palace
With attachments by the stashes in my mattress
All the anguish, it's so taxin', bet
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