Lyrics:
Nothing was the same i ain’t talkin' bout no Drake
Sippin' on this red
Miss the purple like it’s grape
I’m dressed like the general all pre nigo
abadlali tu
Kept them bitches occupied like I'm in the Loo
Flanked by two in the middle like an interlude
Flanked by two in the middle like an interlude
I
puttin' in that work
hey let's go to the 한강
have a good time
have a good time
look at all this people
stand in line in line
but i gotta get mine 한강 gang
matter to you
That Outkast we got that skunk for y'all
Keep that pump for y'all
When I'm in the mood I rock the S Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I
Missed interviews and lateness/ Losing patience/
Rap interludes with Faceless, how the days go by?/ Life is the age old high/
As I return with the fire
Hey, hey
Hey what's happenin' erybody
I hope they get my good side
You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house
You know I know
Let me get a better angle need you right up by the bedside
What a view, nasty on camera
Show me what you do
Swear to God
I ain't ever seen no woman
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
My squad ride armada
Might pull up beside ya
I promise you don't want these problems
I go banana like Tony Montana
With the Sosa from East Atlanta
My
And keep expecting me to save you, right
And I heard it
That's good
Fuck antidepressants, by the way
I ain't never touching that shit
Don't touch that shit,
to try to knock me
I just want them to know
Is it okay if I say this into the camera Amber
Okay, I only am who I am because I was born that way
I have
on my mind
I shine so bright they can never turn a blind eye
Living my live you should Go and get Klondike
Hold the camera steady call me Freddy no five
the camera
I flow hot like blocks down in Tampa
And leave you dead pop shot from them glammers
And go down south and rock wit them bamas
And come back in
stink, that's why you got shit on your breath
Niggas clapped tryin' to slap me five
I put 'em on wheelchairs, like Drake on Degrassi High
They say I don't
my name, feel so good when my songs get played, I spit life like it's a book Just call me Graham Drake
There wouldn't be a superman without a Clark
bitch
You know that the money good
My wrist in the kitchen go 'round and 'round
Play with the kid, I'ma gun you down
The roof on that Wraith in
(raah!)
30 shots they gon' go through your whip (hits)
I'm the man, smokin' nigga like a zip
Then turn around and I fuck on his bitch (bop, bop, bop,
let these cameras ever change me
I been quiet about what's goin' on lately
So consider this the vent, I gotta keep from goin' crazy
A winter baby, I
Forbes list while you niggas seeing hood rich (huh)
Eating brunch with owners but forever on my hood shit (eating good)
Try to play with mines I'm at your
and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be
tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush on you
Ayo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal? (uh huh)
I'll be
to Farrah Fawcett
Pulling back her hair like she nauseous
She wanna be acting all naughty
Until the cameras recording
A life of vanity
Goddamnit I can barely
strings attached to the jaw of a giant spider. I'll tell you, a good one that I saw one time, I think the name of the film was "
Onquered the world"
wipe those feet
Or I can make shit
Go real south for your boys
Like geese
You know the man is
Polite, the manners
Inside of manors
Flash of the cameras
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