Lyrics:
make it long as maze is cooking yea that's writing gold
Roll it up
Let it burn slowly
pass it all around let 'em all see my story
I can't even lie I'm
point A to B
I start by sippin coffee while talking to my lil built freak, silhouettes of the rain on her window pain under silk sheets
Only time I miss
I'm a psycho
I got no idols
My blood runs cold, come check my vitals
You fade like Michael
You plastic bitches get recycled
You're not entitled
I'm
and checked the chick
She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips
I started clapping, niggas rolled up in blowing black and
Spotted this Rover by a log
Well it’s the 6 foot 3 chocolate
A glass of milk yo bitch tryna tilt
Feng shui all of my surroundings
We walking on silk
Tried to warn her bout this
A story unheard so I'll tell it again
Clear my throat and begin at the voyage's end
My vessel was decked out with new elite mods
Life support cut,
catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in
To the point, straight from the source
Double Benzito and one Porsche!
A girl in the passenger seat, me, I'm steering;
To make a long story short,
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
story ever
Told rewrites existence
And every single morning I am
Choked in spite of expense
My life requires indent
Not a caregiver's surveillance
There's
Why would I care?
We used to go to Sin City, get the casket out
It's not a funeral
My niggas took the faster route
Swervin' like we swimmin'
Silk
a stray on Sway when I locked jaws,
Every track back when his platform, was not thought
But got sparked by my ten-year-old rap, My Lord
We'd pop off for
Every moment you was by my side
And the chapter called goodbye closed
They used to call us the couple with the goals
Different life you chose now you
And there's no way that I'm letting anyone interfere
This is how we do getting it on in the venue
Can you check my microphone 1 2
Can you give it up now
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
the ladies who be rocking and into the road blocking
My playas who be clockin' and jockin' up in them silk stockings
Is it this, honey dip, with the curvin'
look like narcs
More than the king look up to the gods
In my own lane your shit garbage
My shit poppin' your shit Amish
I been grindin', no other option
remember the words to
I guess I lose my mind with you by my side
Give me all of your rainy days, your freckled smile your silk and lace
we could burn up by
my plan I will travel the land
To search for the dance
No matter how hard I try
The stories never align
It was all by design
Check it out
Show me
No one can take from me
They can't tell my story
I wake up with the sun in my face
Check my paystub, I'll be broke in a day
I'm just trying to get by
on the rooftop view Miami beach
I like that shit long
Velvet silk on the sheets
Bloody red nails but I keep my hands clean
4 brothers strap they don't fucking play
stop it
You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
on the scene
Lil bitch looked soft as silk
Left him with a face only mama could love
But it'll look real good on a carton of milk
I know my flow speaks violence
at you sister
Thats what I tell myself specially proud of u sister
You did it by your self, and now you got story's to tell
You gather the girls that live
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