Lyrics:
won't be here tomorrow
I can't believe that I stayed 'til today
Yeah, you and I will be a tough act to follow
But I know in time
We'll find this was no
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's prime time, you wish you could buy time, but it's my time
You don't want no problems
Niggas talking crazy bout today won't see tomorrow
Folks ain't check no time
They can't step after nine
Walking cross
Won't succeed being an
Artist as much as being a politician i
Have no room for anybody lacking compassion
For themselves you must respect
Yourself put
body shaped
Shaped like a bottle
Save it till tomorrow
I'm like Zorro
CC leaving marks on your titties
Love you in your Nikes
The sweet sea breeze
the next boy that you are such a good guy
I bet you're laugh still screams with a fake undertone
cnd those shoes that you wore do not fit anymore
This
Keep it Ratchet
Origino can't Match it
Try to keep up won't catch it
Piece up don't patch it
This that Thooyow with that Booyow
Maxon coming Newyow
And I sing this for the children of England
Their faces so grave
And I sing this for a saviour
With no one to save
Hey, won't you be naked for me?
Hey,
should've told him we part Japanese (aye)
Bro by the mail, he tryna catch the weed (aye)
This bitch tryna get me to invest in weave (aye)
I told her yes
pump fakes
Catch you on your lunch break, eat your food
How you wanna tell it like the evening news
Can't walk in my shoes, don't flatter yourself
the truth, you won't hurt my feelings, no
Just tell me the truth, I'm not the only one you dealin' with
Yeah, 'cause you ain't gotta act like you a good
(Mmm, let me hear somethin', Sammy)
Pussy so damn good, I damn near moved in it
Won't catch me trippin' off no bitch
'cause I tie my shoes, nigga
I
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
pull up and fuck you at the same time
I won't ever hit you from the main line
Got some nerve blowin' up my land line
Bitch you must be out your damn
to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't
what game is you playing with me
Huh?
I'm just tryna get my money up
Out here riding dirty tell the police they can't catch me
Yeah
And tell them haters
6am we need you
I be out here through
The night time
I'm steady balling
Been thru this shit for
All these years
Yeh I'm still going
Stay out the way
said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Won't you look to your left
then I wont be here tomorrow, lil' mama
I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your boujie friends
And I don't need love looking like diamonds
rain (Yeah)
Bullets ain't got no name, "Bang!"
My midlife crisis means war on Earth
This is my turf
I won't back down, I can't be nerfed
You steppin'
we gotta get by
You're tripping if
You really think
You're gonna go and catch me slipping
Can't catch this drift with this ice on my wrist
You could
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
wanna relax
But I can't
I'm gasping
Trapped in my mind
These times
Just keep lapsing
They say Mackk relax
You got to move past this
The fact is I'm about
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