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On your tippy toes, make your way to the fountain
You're thirsty as hell
Cause Burnout couldn't sustain you
Everyone on Netflix but you still using
life
Imma get it right now the feelings gone by midnight
Something doesn't feel right
We used to be so tight
Smoke that's a dope life
Light it like
you is the creep in me
And gravity presses down like a lie
We want wild sex,
But we don't want to die
do you feel there's no where to go
We're the bait
You're now tuned into
The muh'fuckin' greatest (Jigga)
Turn the music up in the headphones (Jigga)
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off
Nigga
and lit
cll cause he tried to sell a tape by sucking marshalls dick
Binge, gobbling, you're not in the top ten thousand artists
Even if you started bobbing
People's husband you go by
Now everyday when me see you, you a cry
We both know anuh real love that
Anuh real love that
You do your dirty works, so you
so hard
We're conscious there's the occasional bad eggs
But you won't afford us courtesy or respect
If the world were a cup of tea you would be
go everyday thinkin' what it'd be like if y'all never left
It's just unreal for me to believe that you're gone
As I see it, there ain't gon' be a way
time
Just made myself my plans for the rest of the day
Had half the bail
Thank you B, Kenny, Ray
Still owe Ray the 150 for that half
I haven't forgotten
passed
My peers flies in Alaska, Kenny told me this life fly by
Death a blood in the coupe, you crippin' at the wrong traffic light, tried to tell ya
Been
It sounds like we back to the part where you get reminded
Where catching everything that you thought will make you rewind it
Like everything you
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words
recline, let's talk like it's high school
My hand's on the wheel, but we're not going nowhere
Just lock on my eyes if you want me to go there
And if it's not
platinum silver or gold
You ain't even been bronze you div (Low it)
You ain't even done ten years in this ting
Round here we don't hear you're a king man
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
out broken smile
I gotta I gotta paint the lines on
Draw the fake smile on
If I don’t, if I won’t
Find that fresh breeze
Pick up pick up we’re leaving
straight get blessed
A rap all about you called the special request
Oakland, you know I go way back
To coug nuts, fal stangs, and Cadillac's
When
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
it's Mad About Bars
Look out for that K Trap project
Also check out From The Jump
By Mischief as well
It's Kenny Allstar, Mixtape Madness, Mad
About Bars
you're life)
Every year everybody be waitin' on me to do this (I know)
It's crazy how Karen Civil robbed Joyner Lucas (Karen)
Funny thing about it is we
The words it's impossible and I can't
Should never be uttered because
They just aren't true, we just gotta' let go
Whoever saw the baby that
Said it
watch you get bodied
Re introduction we watching you fall, watching you fall, watching you fall
Back on 'em, homie, don't let me go spaz on 'em
Watching
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