Lyrics:
it’s hard, I gotta know my part, I oughta show my emotions are more than art, I wanna grow, but I’ve only been aboard this car, for a moment, how we know
a noose inside the closet
Every morning I see death staring at me watching
Hoping my car don't crash or police don't pass
See as I swing down these steps I
tar
Change state like the plate on bonds luxury car
A double 0 without the 7
I’m broke
Down and treading
We spoke bout what’s trending
Communicative
from me!
A starter car, this car is a finisher car, a transporter of Gods, the Golden God!
I am untethered and my rage knows no bounds!
I got nine
Let's write a story
We'll show them who we are
Pack up and get gone
We'll Sing hallelujah
Underneath the desert stars
Back of the old car
show emotion when most wouldn't even show feeling
For fear of losing your edge calling you "sensitive spittin'"
Therefore I touch 'em with emotion, now
to court drama wasn't likely
I nicked scrimis like a chemist
Cookin up a pan like the Witch Doctor
Stroll beside cha like a thousand volts
Over the edge
The car screeched in the sand and dust heard a noise - just a car outside
Metallic blue turned red with rust pulled in close by the building's side
In
you how to
Wreck a car by age 16
You can do anything you want
If you've got the nerve to try it
Just as long as it's not obscene
There's a man that's
hoes, after shows
Tag-teamin, in them hoes my wee be shooting semen
Gots sports cars
On chrome realla
Bein slim get out of the house and walk the tone
get run over by my car like I was Caitlyn Jenner
Now onto the Confederate Flag, if you wave it
You're a traitor to America, because you hate it
I will
best friends with a pen and pad
Understanding the logic of
An inanimate object
Standing in the projects with a
Sign around my neck
Saying "Show me my
to sing along
He says, do you believe
In the one true edge
By fastening your safety belts
And stepping towards the ledge
He is handling the money
hotel on Lincoln Road
This bitch irritating
Keep asking for edge control
And she suck my dick when I was driving
I lost control
I had a hundred methods in
stick
Push me, too close to the edge I'll smash
I ain't that nigga thinking he getting
A couple dollars to switch
I ain't your role model
I ain't on no
For approval of him but the truth is your identities defined by someone else
They say I needa get it all get the money get girls get the cars so
Imma
maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
The streets is a mother fucker, and I done said it before
Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front
those bars up...
That's versatility
Those who those who really like you
Will proceed to come by you
And Those who like you
Not your music
They gone slide
stand by you
What happens when no one's left?
You left your garbage inside my car, bitch
And I'll never let you live that down
Your lungs feel so shallow
of applause for Mr. Quay Miller
(Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes)
On November 10, he released the most streamed and controversial album
That will keep you on the edge
stone,here to reignite ya soul
Get in the car dummy we got places to go
And I’m all about the legacy the plans getting bigger by the day
See me from
show them right
Driving off the edge and crashed the car thats my emotions right
If i have a bad night i can just believe in life
I got false beliefs i
hard to show
That I need you close
Ride the high
I'm always circling the drain
Getting by
But I could never get away
Seeing ghosts
And they're all
to me and my bloodline by the Word of God
The favor of the Lord shall rest on me and my bloodline
I decree that all curses of business and financial
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