Lyrics:
known to the tote the heat
They keep damn a fire
If a nigga ever say he tried me that's a damn lie
Swear to god I'm rolling, uh
We call this berry pie/
gone worse
We call it death
Stay close & have faith
Heaven-Hell is not too far & near
This is the tragedy
And that's why I'm here
Struck by ma fear
Takin
when a star is born
I spread my anger like Agent Orange
I was indiscriminate
Yeah, I met Lou Reed and Patti Smith
It didn't make me feel different
(Yeah)
I know that she loves me
By the way that she looks when she's holding me down
But I know that she use me up
Anytime that that well run
MVP cause soon I'll be there to snatch it
Add it up, can't subtract me from the game because I'm real
So I multiplied and left my crew divided by a deal
thinking)
That nigga diss me shit go way wrong
(Oh my god)
That's what mean by this bonfire
This 808 it go for long hrs
Don't affiliate with you non powers
gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
And you can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was
Grabbin On Yo Lace
Hopscotch Double Dutch
Let Me Grab You By The Waste
Tap Tap On That Pussy Like We Playing
Patti Cake
Buss Me Down Patti Face On
I
name I pop up like the State Farm bitch
No nigga can see me, on or off TV
Gun by them Yeezys, I'm the 6' 5" Eazy
Lightskin bitches be mad and talking
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
a homicide?
(He gone)
Pull up in robot call me johnny 5
(That 750)
Bitches thinking that im bout to wave hai
(Haha)
Smoking on this platinum got me so high
Subway
Almost four a.m.
Halloween night
Had enough to drink to make my own party
All my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep
Half silly, gone
to high school, nuthin but a tease
Know I got stones, call me Mr. Please Please
Walkin down the street wit yo'
box in your hand... hot damn!
I never
with no Clyde without you by my side
It's like a part of me died away
Since you been gone
If I spend some time without you thought I'd be okay
I
but we're still trynna educate
But call us radical, so ima call it open hate
Every woman around me is a survivor
The shit y'all did to us when we were
land
Just call me when you land, please call me when you land
My reception lady she gone take all of your calls
Not safe to assume that we're dating I
land
Just call me when you land, please call me when you land
My reception lady she gone take all of your calls
Not safe to assume that we're dating I
had a girl
Now she's gone
She left town
Town burned down
Nothing left
But the sound
Of the front door closing forever
Gentle rain
Falls on me
All life
think you've gone away to stay
I think about it, and I cry baby, cry baby, I cry baby.
Because if you don't call me, then I can't call you
If you
tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em
Now I'ma show 'em
Her posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie Miller
She roll my weed in giant ?, she tall
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
at your twins
You a Baddie and you know it let him watch you take a spin
Cheek one cheek two, big bitch better move
You can call me Cardi B cause I’m making
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
and Clyde but she my crack just like the 80s
Is you gone be by my side girl even when it’s getting rainy
I stay with 4 pockets full that’s why she call me her
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