Lyrics:
really thought by 21 I'd be in a prison hall or a wooden coffin
The Great Pretender, I just shrug it off, my brain exhausted
My heart been bleeding since
(Hey kid you wanna nicotine addiction
What no that's bad for you
What if I told you it was mango flavored
You sly dog I'm in
Nicotine is
I'm chillin' at the crib cooling, booling
Girl by my side she is such a cutie
On top the dresser where I keep the toolie
Other one on the floor
Bad bitch in Balmain's
She fucks good and gives brain
Bad, bad, bad bitch in Balmain's
She fucks good and gives brain
Bad bitch in Balmain's
She
That's my city and I represent six bad bitches
I don't fuck you cause you have a tech Live that reckless, I know killers still on house arrest
But I don't
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
(Chorus)
I've been so many places
In my life and time
Yes, I've sung a lot of songs
I've made some bad rhymes
Top of the world
Yet I ain't never
you bad o
You bad o
Baby you bad
You bad
Baby you bad o
You bad o
You bursting my brain o
You no regret
I no go relent
I no go relent o
You bursting
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
[obie]
You're hurtin urself person
Its bad, its bad for you
C'mon!
Elementary school is out!
Its what the freak I'm talking about man!
Detroit city my
feature prices up to a solid band
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Half the best thoughts die in a brain wrinkle
Gotta holla otherwise we'd
in memory cause real rap it is not
So they can stay away and live a couple more days
And create a new album that's inspiring when it plays
In so many
profit margin
On a daily daily basis
Whoa
Whoa
Yayy
Gidi boy he don't play
Smoke shit to my brain
Bad bih she from Spain
She trapping like Cobaine
She
debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by
the hype
That you disguise as an album (How wrong)
The sun rises, I'm like why is my power
(I get high) fire like power to ya
Used to fuck with the powder
straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn, and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein' operated on
I'm ducked
straight for two months with a buzz
My brain's gone, my soul's worn, and my spirit is torn
The rest of my body's still bein' operated on
I'm ducked
thing
We did was "Who Are The Brain Police?
" and by the time we finished "Brain Police
" his head was going around like this, you
Know, and he says,
All negatives around me yeah they gotta go
Relationships I lost while I been in album mode
All for a purpose dawg and the greater good
Been
I’m next up oh yeah
I’m just tryna get a check up oh yeah
All these people know I’m next up
Working on an album, auto pilot like a Tesla yeah
You don’t
a mock gun
My first album still slugging like it came with a shotgun
Girls love to talk about my ILL MIND Like HOP-Sin
5 albums Just starting best believe
by the code (Scoo oop)
Ricch kinda disappear when I need him but he still my bro
I'm bout all the blessings
You gotta listen
I'm bout all that time
Pray that he get cancer like that motherfucker vaping
Brother is so down bad yeah you don't gotta go break it
Like what? pouring brains up in the cup
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