Lyrics:
Meek said don’t trust a bitch that’ll fuck you for some purses
But I bought my bitch a bag
We got beams on the desert eagles, niggas playing laser
with some rules
Ayy, JoJo, I need you to take notes too
Don't take me off the deluxe album that no one gives a fuck about
Take me off the original too
it's a fan base
The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine
That hovers above cities like weather men
And maybe weather woman
and keeping things
Copacetic
(they gone)
Found my way
I know I'm headed
Big estate, by the lake, getting cake
Imma ball like I'm meant to lead
(I ball)
When I
of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should
of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should
and furious, enjoy the ride, don’t hit the brake
I will solve your problems (problems) - it’s a piece of cake
Dot RU, dot BY - bloody kingdoms bye-bye!
I’ll
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
A trouble maker, bitcher taker, a scorpio
Naughty by Nature, my Unit brings the Flavor
We cake up like make up, and in New York
Fuck the daily news,
Bring your heater, all your C.R.E.A.M. go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal
Nigga this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my people
I'm dynamic punks panic
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
album
I saw my flaws
Unlike the first verse, this time
Something was on ground
Like baking a cake
(You gotta make good use of the flour)
Wanna stand
designed to
Keep hope alive
By tricking our minds
Oooh I'm sitting back and
Watching neo- Babylon
Wings of eagles
On the shoulders of rap antiphons
Ohh sit
smoking on my own
I been posted on my own
I been cooking on my own
I been smoking on my own getting high
Gotta do this shit by yourself
Gotta get rich by
Bring your heater, all your C.R.E.A.M. go between us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal
Eagle side, homie coming up
I was young and I didn't give a fuck
Long Beach nigga, a fiend for the bucks
Lean in my chucks, banger, I'm tough, yeah
bro
I'm at the top and there's nobody else
Me and my niggas did this shit by ourselves
Heard that your albums ain't doing too well
Don't hit up my line
album
You can't even harm one verse
Get up on the beat
No need to rehearse
I just burst and disperse words that put bodies in the hearse
The name
cathedrals, I thought I could preach you
More clips than the regal, I wanted to meet you
This album so lethal, I wanted a sequel
Let it fly like an eagle, red
of cheese cake
Legally the hand forced to call the team of 3 a creamery
Seemingly for peeps to feel at ease - vis a vis the screaming teens
Parents warn
the numbers[00:31.31]Ya albums come in doubles[00:32.85]I tried to give him cues like cumbers, but he wasn't humbled[00:35.77]I iced the cake for my bday, and all it took
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
Nigga this how it flow so fly like an eagle
No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs
cause they still my people
I'm dynamic punks panic
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