Lyrics:
ain't)
Think you get it crunk like me but you can't
Now, now, now
Now every record that I make, I'm tryna get up out the store, man
Every car I
on a mother-flipping CD
Turn me off and put on a mother-flipping CD
We are those "Interdimensional Beings" you were speaking of
What albums would you take with you
If we
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
Don't get frustrated, it's complicated, he always with his friends
Look, there he go, by himself, slippin', he in that Benz
(Nigga, get out the car, you
Everything you will hear in this album
Everything,
Are my thoughts and feelings on what’s happened to me this past year
Jeremiah
I’ve been having
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
And along those lines run life and death
You know, so a few years went by, a couple
Albums, success, out of the
Blue sky Dre departs, he leaves us
Death
don't take this feeling away, moe
This month is not enough me I love, moe
It's like I've been distracted
For so many days
By pussy and these women
No
As time goes by I start to waste away
There's still a lot more to explain
Imma get up & not sit in pain
I sit in my car listening to the rain
As time goes
the hates now about the money I just got a car now we driving to the bar spending all the money now am working on my album we popping we balling everyday is
Yeah, we could be superstars (I gotta get this off my chest, ya heard me?)
We been rather wreckin' cars (ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
I forgive you for
of people inspired by rappers
Who do give a shit about the game we livin' in
Shit is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these
to their car and drive to the DJ booth.
Signal the DJ by ringing the bell.
I see that Banksy left a post-it note for Anonymous, for Anonymous
It
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
chance I advance. Even if I'm stuck, I'm sticking to the plan
Sticking to the script, That I wrote. Some years ago
I just live by the code. That's all
off in the whip (Car sounds)
So long
A nigga up in his zone
A nigga up in his zone
A nigga up in his zone
Tell these hoes I'm gone
I already know
a couple bitches chillin by the lagoon
We just poured a few drinks now this bitch in the mood
She ain't asking questions she just jumped in the car
Hit
album get the bitches hella lit
New sound new town I'm expanding it
Empire, new car got a turbo in it
Hot boy fraud boy like a top boy Netflix innit
New
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