Lyrics:
to come close to becoming a boss then realise Why “Jesus, Son Of God died on A Cross”
(4 His Mercy)
Before The Blue-eyed undertake Powders my Nose
I want
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
Illionaire
A Milli M.E.Mix
Shout out to real rappers
I love that shit
M.E. Band
M.E. Band
M.E. Band
Wait a Wait a Wait a Wait a minute
I'mma
been poppin to the fullest
I've got hella options with this Music
Like should I pass the rock
Or keep on shooting
I stack gwap and bring the blues In
I
Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke, and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
Spaceship wit that vroom take off new coupe
(Vroom)
We threw blues out the roof
(Rawr)
I got killers they ah shoot
Now you famous made the news
Stack
Who gone ride
But I got racks by my side
All my checks verified
Yeah
Spaceship wit that vroom take off new coupe
(Vroom)
We threw blues out the roof
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
a Mclaren
Before I get married
She don't like when I do them drugs
My vision real impairing
And these niggas not my sons
Ain't ready to be a parent
They copy
a chance to be wrapping around them bands to fit
And I've been without
But I'm awake and have found a new goal for myself
Matter of fact
Out of the gate
ain’t shot and we made it past 21 like Son of a Gun with no names attached to a magazine,
And no machete so we keeping clean.
They gave me a dream that
to the cash
But the folks at the bank only call me by my last
Count it up
cll these bands in my pocket
Count it up
Dump it all on the table then
Count it up
bands with a blue thumb, mhm
Come and try and do somethin'
You get whooped and dropped like a bass drum, mhm
I don't even need no help
Got to it and I did
a moat
Less you cool with a plane or a boat
Keeping track of my income
Flipping through all these bands with a blue thumb, mhm
Come and try and do some
You
from Bose
My pack be reeking it smells thru my clothes
I gotta swipe
Ain’t living right
She see the bands
She want the pipe
All in her glands
Out by
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
the kid got his chipped tooth fixed
Hair parted with a barber's preciseness, Bravehearted for life
It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's
the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's player
So who are you playa? why'all awaited the true savior
Puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too
Crystal's single
Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself
Went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't
Nigga I'm chasing these millions I'm focused you know that I've been on my grind
Haunted by demons and ghosts from my past
I see them walking with
(spent some bands)
I see better at night lil baby, no night vision (and what)
Make the famo rich I made that shit my mission (make em' rich)
Blue lights
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