Lyrics:
I can't even tell 'em what happened because of my case
You can't even trust in nobody 'cause they might try face
Older G's tellin' you, OG, this
matter what you're doing, no matter what you're doing
[A.G.]
They say more bounce to the ounce, well a Giant weighs tons
Stepping to the two, but
dry
They beefin' over melodies, but no, not I
(yugh) see I'm so top 5
If they factor in the truth
I just might blow by blobama
the GOAT
Put legends in the past, Acura shit
Hickory dickory dock (hol' up)
Niggas, they kickin' them nursery rhymes
These niggas be pissin' me off
Talking about our beef, I got a wet dream
I love it when they hate might even post they memes
I be riding solo, but I send a whole hit team
Rebel
This is not a debate
I'm just tryna be great (yeah)
Upgrade, elevate
On tour livin' great
Every night a new state
Album just went platinum
Tell my
won't meet again
Flew In a couple of Females I will not by them a seat again
They'll say I'm simping hard in this album
I guess they've never felt alone
they doing their thing
Cmon Cameron, oh boy, Dipset, oh boy
How can you be from a city so black
And bust shitty lyrics thats whick, whick,whack
they know
A young nigga ain't finna work nine to five
If i can't be happy i'd rather just die
Hoping my music in this world will last
Regardless or not
team
Fifteen and sixteen, thats a young Mars with a big dream
Black jeans black, hoodie on they might shoot me for the color of my skin tone
Lean back,
lot of pride
Now as MC's we be frontin' on some whole other vibe
Just because them albums are sealed, doesn't mean
Them lyrics aren't tampered
lot of pride
Now as MC's we be frontin' on some whole other vibe
Just because them albums are sealed, doesn't mean
Them lyrics aren't tampered
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
drop it, got a album, never
They just hatin' cause my skin, but I'ma prove this shit to them
White, or black, or Asian, Indian, don't mean you can't be
and turn forward the razas
And bring back the niggaz who was livest
Old hustlers, reminscing on better days
They home, doing nothing, might as well be in
bout Halloween
Been going hella hard
You'd know if you were following
I be Killin it in costume
Think I'm modeling
Sippin on that witches' brew
That they
be patient and keep faith but you ain't pay attention
Now this shxt just feel different
Alright, 8am
Open my eyes, Kick your bitch tell her open
This shit isn’t fair really
They wouldn’t dare feel me
You don’t know yourself enough you
Ain’t be introed to spec
They let that album play and halfway
cool with the tactics
Military straps while her back on the mattress
I never really bagged chicks, but I know had hits
Dropped 5 albums, they all been
Late night, all alone by myself, glass of wine drink by myself
Think of this line how should I tell
Try not to be too hard sell, I cannot help but
But, unfortunately, I was born with these very small hands
And I hope that the cameras don't come in too close
'Cause they might see the tears in
"Be gone"
Might take a trip with my bitch to Milan
Fuck with my brothers never do me wrong
Bad bitches singing like all of my songs
I hit her once and I
Star Wars films directed by Kirschner
They fucking suck like Boba Fett, utterly the worst
All my die-hard fans holler GREEDO SHOT FIRST
Greedo shot
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