Lyrics:
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
bitch
Best believe me
420
We goin' up
One hit and you're throwin' up
We stay schemin'
With the lighters up
We don't give a fuck
So if you vibin' with
your bitch
Best believe me
420
We goin' up
One hit and you're throwin' up
We stay schemin'
With the lighters up
We don't give a fuck
So if you vibin'
is like the farthest thing from heaven
This is hell and I don't mean that hyperbolic
I try to find employment even if it's wiping toilets
But these
it's only hell that I raise
Feel like Super-Man
The way you melt by my eye rays
They don't see how
I took control using my ways
Think I drew blood with
you've been talking 'bout this shit)
(Bro, just drop the fucking album)
Yeah, yeah
I don't belong on this Earth
I see my name in the stars
I want it so
[Puff Daddy]
Oh shit (what's that man)
I don't know kid, I think it's a party going on
Oh it's the remix
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
chicks and get some digit's
And the DJ's playing them hit's
"Oh, this my jam! This my shit!
We don't know a word to a verse
All we know is the chorus
rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided
Love and it goes by when you sit and cry
Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed
a nigga call me his lil mans just listen
Some niggas use to call me lil kicko
Until I told em don't apply his name to my credentials
Cause he don't kill it
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
R.I.P to haters bring out the casket, man (rest in peace)
Talking shit you get hit by me and the JACKETMAN (ha)
Got a lot of shit to say I don't even
as myself, ghostly individuals
You should listen to my album, and listen and listen and listen
I don't know what I'ma sell or none or that shit
I would say
at night
So ima freak you right, you don't treat me right
You get a peace, goodbye
Know ima catch a side eye while you creeping by
I have no need to buy what
the system kill me?
If I drop this album and it sells
And the next one don't top it, will it be considered a failure?
If I had to drop outta the limelight
Falling just like confetti I told these nigga's again
And I don't break or bend he without sin
Hit them and spin again
Then gotta get it back
Two Glocks
don't care about the red carpet
Thanks 50
Murda let's go
Young Thug and Gunna got hit with the RICO
They usin' rap lyrics against them and that shit
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
have all the questions but chill cuz Class is in session
I know she testing your patience but it don't Mean you should hit her
You're meant to be her
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple
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