Lyrics:
kill em' all like metallicas CD, God is sending me cameoed, to enemy camp with a can of frank and a canon, Take Dependency back
And I cannot give in
the house
At night and sharing them ideas
Plus, I no longer have any preference about the amount or timing of us having kids
I'm perfectly comfortable with
time, let it be a bad bitch sweepin'
That know we get O's like cheerios
That know because they seen us in the videos
That know the day that you play me
like me I can't get it wrong, cause that's unlike me
I need the kinda ice that feels so spicy Goin' back to back to back to back
This track, gone pack
Got robbed for his phone, now he's laying a charge
Pushile modovu I'm putting us on
Mandela effect you get scammed by a broad
Man, I really do it all
the whole world, the lightnin' comin'
With this black ink all over these white sheets
Run like a track meet with a fleet
Of killas and shit, don't even
opinions but holding laryngitis
See I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track em down like the subway
When they sub par
Sub-zero everytime I jump in
what more can i say/ you want to hang wit us ridin/ you'll be hiding while we're gliding/ flying by and shit/ you better quite trying/ before you and all
the startin' three are us
Stick my dick in almost any hole
If I got plastic on and my Toxic Avenger mask is on
Celebrate like my pops when his bastard was
like I just bought the roses
My track get you hooked like tobacco
This brought to you by Father Flowzus
La la la la la like my hook say
I don't need
the shits been
Niggas maintain from the age of like 15
Days of our lives
Ways of a kid in the mid streets
Every stars
Every aim is to succeed
Fuckeried up
Got hoes in Jamaica, moving dust like a snake-a
I roll with with Big Ake-a, cause he's a mic breaker
If your gal beeping us, the Kingz is gon take her
Knock a hater, watch him go
Cool kid, you're 19
Why I'm your antidote
Boy, you just don't gotta know
Shots just like I'm shot afloat
Hatin' on my music
This sounds like the 90s
Like songs at our first birthday Parties
Streamers meant decorations on Ceilings
Songs used to be played on CDs
Am I
clout
No I can't spit or shout
My rhythm's all out of time
I'm not having a good time
I'll use that rhyme a third time
I'll milk it more like four times
a fact
Action taken by middlemen
While you fiddle with pens and pronouns
Trying to pronounce like your pro-eastern affiliate
When I affiliate my style with
Why not when I'm feeling like a winner
Call me Dillon Brooks
But wait I actually deliver
Let me know when you drop 40
By then I'll be pushin' 40
Maybe
like I am
But now I know the truth, my roots Deep our tree higher
I'm a black king calling kids royalty, be inspired
Let this music blast every track
Its like the more shit change, the less we notice
Its like the more insane, the less we know it
We stand and watch the murder, and then we guess
later, they're stars on child porn
Tracks on the arms of a minor
Suzie ran too, but she'll be dead when they find her
Kids on the street movin' drugs,
a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river
When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night.
But that this
said I'm a wife beater
I can tell she is a fein, I can tell by her demeanor
My mamma warned me they fast, man, these hoes fast like a cheetah
But they
twisted the game, we just twisting it back
I'm related to hurting, hurting by material praise
Settle for less, and let the stress make us forget about
hating me
But I know why though
Cause I played his girlfriend
Like a PlayStation 3 he used to be in front
But now he's chasing me
Nobody would buy his CD
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