Lyrics:
like vampires
Compliment each other like burgers and french fries
In the last minute I done thought about you ten times
Fine on the out but she pretty
albums in a year
Composed it and I wrote it
Learned my music by the ear
Now tell me if that's worth
Like $50,000 a year
Now tell me if that's worth
Like 10
need a vacation but yet I won't, too much work to do
Got an album to drop, a career to move
This year took a leap really have improved
But lately been
cause I'm not like Morgan Wallen (Fuck that guy)
Got country blood in me but inspired by Cube, E & Ren (Yeah)
Dre & Yella, how you thought I put this
OJ
Sippin on gin and OJ
Blow a whole O of that OJ
On the white girl like OJ
All my nigga locked up like OJ
Killin' everything like OJ
My clique sick,
you to spending your album money to hear my verses
I say what people think but are to scared to say
I'm that wild renegade and I been let out to play
old block
And now I got no choice but to go harder
I plotted on everything, said, "I'ma kill everything"
Survivor's guilt rhetoric, I could've been
One time for the homies who remain loyal
10 toes down live in die on the same soil
To all the ladies hold it down for them real ones
No idea why
I raise my consciousness by smoking cigarettes
And chewing Sour Patch Kids
I like to meditate on things I hate
My third chakra's amiss
But I got
produced by Mat
Told that bitch we could fuck but don't get attached
Why every time that I fuck, girls get attached man
Flow so cold it leave you frozen son
on my arm, it's only 10PM
Now the rat-pack with me going ham at the hotel
Name brand everything, fuck a wholesale
No, I am not materialistic
I was
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
shit I ever wrote
It's that shit right here
Took me like ten years to do
You know I cried doing this song
Man, so much pain
Mami you such a good
my whip sit twenty-six nigga
Lowkey I'm a heartthrob
And I ain't drop an album yet
I'm something like a poster
Sitting on your girl's wall
of a militant
Was blessed by my mother
The inspiration of my life
She 4 years clean
With 15 years on the pipe
And she just got married
I felt pain... ya sayin'
Sometimes I don't even know how I feel
But I feel if you hating shit goin' get real
I feel like goin' buy me a brand new car
I feel like the neighborhood
generation of young people who see me
As huge inspiration in music, art, business
Education and so on
After 10 years of keeping my silence during
A decade
reared its ugly head and took my dog clown
I wandered way up north found a girl that loved like a woman
Sixteen years old and felt like a woman
But, but
niggas
You came too deep, one fell niggas
I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck
Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
Chorus 2x's
Verse
the first album up until this day
I mean it's been four years since my last album
And people still tweet at me everyday telling me they love me and they
They
was torn from the pain of being back in the game
But I'd rather die getting my hussle on and live like a lane
So its back to pistols and cane
know
They can call on me for anything
(I served 10 years straight up
Um in them 10 years
I lost everything I loved my pops my moms
Can you just imagine
believe me
Species of Caesar, unborn, a beast as a fetus
A zygote
But by remote I morphed into a genius
Clean up my speech, as I reach
A creature for peace
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
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