Lyrics:
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
the truth hurts, I like being lied to
I can't deal with issues in the
Ways that I would like to
It's funny how I've always got
A text to reply to
That's why I
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
Philippe
We got a different reach
I'm global plus your boy a mogul
A million pounds at the
Ranch house in Acapulco
Rare Polo and vintage lenses
I'm whippin'
Let's do Paris in July
and New York in May
and I know where we can go
I'll show you a secret place I know
Sights that most will never see
Come away
to secret floors
Different rules and secret laws, from the roof you'll see the stars
Only fear boredom in a world of raw materials
Excited by potential,
Such A beautiful day in the life of mine
Looking out the balcony as the sunshine
I'm about to pour one
Roll one
Gator Made Entertainment
D~Boy
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
soldier, kind soldier, will you marry me?
Oh no, pretty lady, that never could be
I've a true love in London who's waitin' for me
Two loves in the army's too
G’day, g’day
Tell me, how you, how you going today
G’day, g’day
Tell me, how you, how you going today
I’m Kegel, I’ve been lost and found
In
You’re not ready for the snow man
You don’t want drama
Trust me, I get hot like lava
So in point in the war
The government want to find out if
I’ve been
to ruin this ting
All my people worldwide hold your head high
By any means necessary, we will get by
London city's busy that's why all the money's here
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Black"
"The nineteen-year-old Pompano Beach rapper"
"Is reportedly back in jail after he was arrested today in Broward County, Florida"
"His real name
real tour,
Played a lotta smaller venues, pits and legions, some grimy venues
I remember this place called the Embassy Hotel in London
Had some great
rooster strolls down the road
A ladybug on the bench by my home
The beach at night hearing crashing waves
My mum being happy on her birthday
My
Ha ha, ha ha
Say ho, everybody say ho
Ba-buh-wayo
I said shake your soul like way back in the day-yo
Ba-buh-wayo, everybody say ho
Everybody say
do
Is pass on the warning
If you lay on the beach
You get sand in your eyes
If you walk by the water
Take your vest
Back up or get wet
lay on the beach
On this broken road
Boy you fucked up
Why didn't you
Do what your told?
I'm broken
But I'm coasting
By my lonesome
Chosen by nobody to succeed
I got that
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
I had one contact to the outside world
A phone in london and a seasick girl.
I knew what was happening but only in my part of the world
I
stuck in a bottle of Barbados Rum
A beach umbrella, some Coke and ice, grilled jerk chicken with peas and rice
Make a little more time for a lotta more
I go
I've been fooled by the charm
Of the Kennington Road
While the backstreet drama
Don't get picked up by The Sun
Hopeless
Roaming around in
angry
London
More life when your circle is pure
In the life of an entrepreneur
It's hard work causing anything to grow
Without first getting used
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