Lyrics:
asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why (hahaha)
Yeah, to you forever, from me to you
I heard somebody say "Church", I'ma need a suit
Tyler recording verse from DEATHCAMP
DEATH CAMP
I'm recording songs, directing these
Videos, doing these photoshoots
The release date is comin'
We look
through pain
I was missing from school cause
I was going through things
Now I'm getting this money feel
Like I'm going through change
Niggas driving me
no recession (One)
I still get one jail call from Boogie
Judge gave him twenty years straight it moved me
CPS murder in the dock like Rupert (Suh suh
bother to call out
You wanted me to hoop but mothafucka I ball now
The devil is a lie from Atlanta
He was ridin' on the MARTA
He was lookin' for
*continues after end of "Follow Me"*
[Starang]
Yo yo yo yo man, no blackin out youknowmsayin
Watch the funky roll, my man Rhino got it locked from
A new obscenity laced rap video from the cousin of an unarmed man shit to death
by the L.A.P.D. appears to threaten the lives of police officers
from montana broads in Atlanta no this aint panda. As the stories been told one day ill grow old with a grey beard beer gut call me santa. Fall out
I got Bitch she dirty Diana
Still fuck with brisk but I'm sippin on fanta
Me and my bruddas got high in Atlanta
Walk around with a big sack like
singles on the radio
Chino never had the doe, I was determined though
Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle
My aspirations from every
Spending summers by the beach rocking sace shades
Say you working on your tan so you sun bathe
Tallahassee where you live but you move around
Aye but
something that I can call My own
Maserati in the background of My video
The Lord told Me everything going to be alright
I just keep pushing forward
I been
you play with
Did you threaten me? This dude's
Gonna get a sore
Throat from all the singing he's about to do
You son of a bitch another million is added
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God's orders
And he told me I was rich forever
And he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
real, we really get it how we live
We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills
Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them
Bitch I'm from Dade
While the average R&B group is doin a promo concert
Ignorin your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground MC's
Tryin to get me
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
To all these problems I swear I ain't understate
If there's one thing I live by don't fall for the bait
'Cause when I'm gone I don't wanna be left at that
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
can't describe you but let me remind you
Say I'm sexy (I'm sexy), say I'm fly (I'm fly)
Girl I can't let you by without a little compliments
You
with much love
This time I'm married to myself, that's the only
Way I can live by example
I got a call from a homeboy and he told me the
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