Lyrics:
that guy, get like me, but this is something that you
Through my eyes, just like a party when we outside
By my side, I'm with the troop, and we all live
I'm tryna hit that pussy one time
One time one time will be cool
Wassup with it? Wassup with it?
Wassup with it? Wassup with you?
FaceTiming you from
get through
I'll be waitin' (see, I don't like a motherfucka that be all on me and shit)
(All up under a nigga)
You can run the streets with your
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your
pray everyday that you miss me
Used to think I was cool
Skipping out on school
Being used like a tool
Guess that I was a fool
Used to think I was cool
Got them friends tryna bait us I say "hell nah"
I'm like Holly
All these fuckin drugs that I'm on
I got blood running down my arms
I don't wanna be
the beef, I ain't touchin' your hand (aight?)
I don't mess with chumps (what?)
For those that been to jail, that's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips
of me I can care less
Wearing designer outfits from Paris
Smartest keeping up reality Its the
Furthest hay doc what's the description
For that new
họng khô khốc khi nhìn em bằng ánh mắt cô độc
Xếp kỉ niệm lại vào một góc, nghe tim đập những tiếng vô vọng...
Another day gone by
I swear that there's
chopping off heads like King Arthur
People here are starting to hear you as the King of grime
because you're the one person that has stuck by this genre
of the week
Sitting outside the state library
I said that it was cool you said don't lie to me
But every second that I'm with ya, feels like my time is free
(niggas)
and selling us rocks. But keeping it legal by setting up Docs
Protected by cops... talking bout
Rules - you got them rules, so you can rule
You
Beats and bars, been a combo years
A combo that hasn’t been worked by my peers
My purpose is clear, my glass for the cheers
Shit ain’t all what it
It's bleak by the loch
Drove so far we had to stop
One week and round the clock
Rain to rival monsoons in Bangkok
It's bleak on the ben
Shrouded in
don't taze me; new haze spree
Screaming with blindness "this is a kindness"
Key started way back when askin' men
He darted. hey quack that's wack doc
Hell, bringing all the fire burning down the set
Rage, rushing through the liars like a furious renegade
Fear, in the eyes of ruffians imprisoned by
the doc-on-call
Who has a million phone books strapped upon the wall
He comes crashing through the window like a wayward wrecking ball
But there's not much he can
Pacing in rooms covered in blue
Docs hiding truth and I'd hide too
But I wear my heart right on my sleeve
So darling for you I'll just leave
Can't
Yea
How many lies you gonna tell before the truth
How many times have I ever lied to you
I watch you sweat but now you tryna play it cool
Not by my
the people that are blind
Get lost of the cool rap, get ready to cry uh
Get ready to cry uh
I don't know what's on my mind uh
Get ready to cry uh
Get ready
know the rules
Disrespecting the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plotting
Smarten up, the streets is watching,
know the rules
Disrespecting the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plotting
Smarten up, the streets is watching,
on the whip, got these *** sick
Flickin' out the parkin' lot, haters like to bark a lot
At the hoodie club, that'll make them *** spark a lot
Akademik jeans
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
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