Lyrics:
problems, by becoming rich!)
I just want it all
I want the money, want the fame, and I want the drugs too
I just want it all
I want your soul, I want your
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
I'm gettin' sold this dream
I put my trust in wrong places
Cah my heart's too clean
I'm homeless and hopeless
Just my balls and fiends
By hook or by
coming up
I need an uppercut, someone to fix me up, let me know
I be doing too much, life on the up & up, coming up
I need an uppercut, I'm always acting
album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
go and, oh
It takes two to tango
You call this a lame flow?
You bought the shit
I guess you to blame too
I just found an angle (Ha ha ha)
No more
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
a album don't you call this one a tape
RIP Sad Frosty copped a crib up by the lake
This hit gon last forever bump in 2028
Aye I done came too far just to go
stolen
I know he needs it, cause he's beefing', after he gets 'em, ain't no coming back
I'm coming back better than my last
I got six albums in my bag
He
many jealous haters, you know I make them sick
Knock them out like the fuckin' pandemic
Chew 'em up, eat 'em up just like Pringles
I make triple albums
stupid to know about
Pop songs your new boyfriend's too stupid to know about
Sure he buys you records
If you like them by U2
But if you want the Pastels
do...
She waits for you by the stage
So glittering and engaged
Much too late for you to engage
In awkward silence
Say the word and she'll always be there
time (can't waste no time)
When you by my side, is the only time, that you down to ride yeah
I'm fucked up girl my bad
Wait a second get in my bag
Too
You see the lights from space. Like a beacon to the planets as it happens. What had happened it the charts in south Manhattan the batteries up like
dolo in Manhattan
Court side seats by Stefflon Don
We caught the whole row lacking
Dior vintage, kick the door down
Got a bitch that heard shots
From
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
Midnight, New York City.
Broadway, going up in flames.
Ground zero, big city.
Big Apple swallowed by the flames.
Bombs away, we never saw it coming.
of a single
Sexy young slimmy, but not too young, though
That's because Jimmy might end up on death row
Now this here jam is like a special kind of song
If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't
If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, don't
them views in hopes my shit be trending too
Fuck it I don’t give a fuck about
Views the likes the comments fraud
If my album drops my album sucks
But I’m
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
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