Lyrics:
on my mind
Praying
My pillow talk isn't RnB kind
Amen
Although I'm swerving her swelling behind
(God)
The pleasures of porn
Erupted in second grade
living in my eyes
Cuz I ain't really all they say I am
I'm just a guy and I ain't got no pride (pride)
Whip through my city in a KIA by my damn self
Can't
money from you P could bring you his hands
The nigga talk too much I bring the ears of his fans
Need weed to calm down, need money to leave light
Fuck
Yo shoutout Von Prospa man, he dropped an album
Yo we got, we got Von Prospa in the building today man, yessir
For those of you who don't know
creatives tore
Starlet light dimmed by the way that all belong
I believe that these walls can talk
Long, dark corridors and rooms with no locks
Now you can
Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall
Turn my back on you all and you finished
Back to these bullets, it's back to the job
Pull my MAC out and all
Sometimes I feel like a runaway slave
Listen...
[Verse 1:]
I could die before I get rich never touch a mill
Die before my album drops never sell a mill
Die
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
But, baby, I ain't on that stuff (I ain't on that stuff)
Dropped her off and told her call me up
We could talk (talk)
Conversate about political
the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this
Walls I had to climb
Started in my room
Started just by writing
Knew I had to move
But the lightning strike hit
2022
Bout to switch my life quick
ain’t talking about the wall by Mexico
No I’m bout to let em know
Since you wanna talk about the wall, ok let’s talk about it
Let’s talk bout Barrack
Surrounded by snakes feel like a fucking charmer
Stealing your girl like the knight in shining armour
Milking them titties like I'm a dairy farmer
Dropping
still gets views
No one ever records the stuff you do
No one could name a song that is by you
I drop a hit and make another one on the next day
I'm
are major
I'm complicated I'm the opposite of Occam's Razor
My occupation catch my own wave, oscillator
Lots of talk but zero haters out here
in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
This that food
my head is full of steam
I punch a wall and then I scream
I blame myself for all my problems
At this rate I'm dropping albums
I just need some peace
But, baby, I ain't on that stuff (I ain't on that stuff)
Dropped her off and told her call me up
We could talk (talk)
Conversate about political
I am a victim of your alibi
I thought you might come by
I waited here for you
I am a victim of my own demise
Sacrifice the lies
I could not keep from
You wanna slap?
Ima make it happen
Ima pull up to the spot like the fucking captain
Pulling rabbits out my hat, you could call it magic
I'm not
But I gotta keep it to myself huh
Strong enough to handle all my shit by myself huh
Cause we think is weak to talk about our feelings
Bottle up till we
each other brothers
Because we are all brothers by god
We must all stand up for each other and are own freedom
Us brothers all have a special place in
myself)
Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path yeah
I pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeah
Oh well
I wish em well
Your cart
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
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