Lyrics:
I won't land
I been balling I'm a warrior in the game like I'm Durant
I don't need nobodies help I'm by myself and that's the plan
I heard you were
a bean, I'm rolling up in the scene
I be grinding in they gears I'm a spitting machine
Recognized by the ones who always keep me announced
If they ain't
A couple thousand feet I am never coming down
My pops works by the hour at the desk for a check
Then he bounce I try to book my flights to escape this
see me wield my blade with.extreme flexibility
6 styles to my breath amplified by muscle density
I'm comin' at you quick with the shivers of a first
And I'm still a man, baby
And I'm always gonna be by your side
I'm still a man
Have you ever loved somebody?
So cold, so cold, so cold
(I'm still
Confused by the sass of time and it's contorting placement
I'd abuse the precious time, I'm no longer complacent
I thought of self abortion, could no longer
surround me
Bass drop, baby now I'm ready for take off
I'm Ricky Bobby riding, chasing cougars in race cars
Space bars
Cantina typing my memoirs
Pull my
with the feds
They can't pull me over
I'm speeding it's like roller coaster
Can tell I'm a smoker just by the odor
Rolling my gas in the Rover, yeah
I've
fire inside me
I got baggage like the shit by designers
No poppin' tags but I'm steady shining
Well I'm still poppin but let's keep it quiet
It's all
Chyea
It's ya boy
Take 500
Eh
I'm limited by nothing but my own apathy
Bon appetit, when I been serving you like a platter
I'm about to be
kinda things would you do for a dollar
He make you scream but Money make you holla
Bitch I'm a dog don't grab me by my collar
Good with the bands I don't
I'm chillin Uptown if it's poppin'
You want it, I got it
I turned this whole shit to a profit
I seem to keep talking' to prophets
They break all
I don't wanna sit and talk about the weather
You know that all I'm thinkin' 'bout is us together
I don't wanna hear a thing about a boyfriend
Because
soul that's under attack
I can relate to that and I'm still coming back
If you're feeling this song, pass it along
We keep what we have by giving it
Look
A lot of people say that I'm
Cursed right now
For some reason
You know what?
Let me tell a story man haha Yo
I see my demons in my Mafucking
Aye
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Aye
I'm going fucking crazy I think I need anger management
My memory get's hazy when I'm angry it's so
shoot the rim just like a fool who posted up on Shaqtin
You can tell just by my word play I’m getting clever
I drop the competition off me just like Cronk
a crime
I'm on the gram with me and my slime
Getting some bread by sellin' some V-bucks
Earning enough to just put my feet up
Buying myself a Louie V
Asking all these questions like a nigga really just won't snap
I'm ahead of the game, I ain't got to cap
You know where I'm at
We done seen a lot
I'm just a guy
Looking for some hype
And afternoon delight
Catch my vibe, I don't bite
But bitch I might
Uh, mic check
See me go spittin' from
right ona News (ha
We packin dem tools
I know that I’m different can’t play by The rules (Uh uh)
I got some couple loose screws
I lost my uncle it gave me
We could smoke some weed and then we fly away
Start it in that thing and make a tidal wave
I told you I'm the man up in my city babe
Drinking while
I'm running away
You're love surrounds me everyday
Leaving me no choice but to stand and say
My God you are my God
Your arms embrace me day by day
Uhh
Yeah
What
Yeah, its TeezySoDope
QuaranTeezy
QueenTeez, whatever you know me by, ya feel me
From around the way, its just Tee
What up
Either way
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