Lyrics:
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing ninety on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins,
on our children
You ain't do it
Where's your drive? Satisfied gettin' by
Hittin' shows wasn't round, wishful thinkin
Best nigga, you ain't bringin
Humbles
tightly
So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yea I'm super clean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to bite me
just want it all
Want the money, want the power, want the fortune, and the fame
If you talking about respect, that's why I'm deep up in the game
Can't
Yeah I be boasting, yea show out you know it
But who do I blame? Who do I blame? this life that I live is just really a shame
Who do I blame? Who do I
Who has been there for me and who has left
My mind fucked up man you left it all wrecked
But I am not the one to just take respect
Cause you really left
some people out
Especially the parking enforcers you got me buggin' out
Charging 25 because I didn't want to be late
Since parking is so ass these
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
choices way too brazy
Hear the voices tell me no but I don't let them stop the show
On this mission on the go, but there's a stop to every road
Fast lane
kisses
On the plush pillows
With the sweet scents
Don't ask me why i did it
To feed myself and my family
I really want you
Do you really want me
I
Get a lil cash we can make sum happen you ain't going in stop that cappin
You a lil kid you don't really want action I'm playin no why he start
to leave
I want to know can she do dat - if it's you, true dat
Meet me in the back after this track
International, money magnificence
To go against this,
rather say fuck my old blow
I would possibly grow to show my new flow
How?
Cause my extended play was "Remix Comp of 2019"
They have to owe me respect
But
Look
My boy saw 100 last week but I'm still tryna show man that it ain't heaven
All the money, the fame, respect, and the power, but he knows it
the crown on my headtop
And put respect on my name
Heard they talking about me
Still they scared to look in my face
If you ever had the thought that ZV
a fighter man with a lot of challenges in my way Can you feel me?
And I don't want to back down, I want to face them
So I'm gonna use this song to show my
was wack
And the remix
had nothing to do
with that track
But I don't blame you
Believe me I know
the game
Record labels
Holly Gift Creative
Smoking on gas
And it got hell of grabba
Niggas know they can't fuck with me Nada
Be jacking it's beef
But don't really want problems
You mad
That's
Now what y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest
It's about to go down
Niggas is ready to start this war that's for sure
They can come
white T
Fabo off the beans you can do it like me
The Glock A Town stomp on the beat
I A Town stomp on a key
Real magician turn one to a three
If you ever
it loves you
Just pay the bills and pay the dues and fly away for free
We work hard and play hard and we tumble over these beat sum
You want some come
need love
Unconditional that’s really what it was.
Thank you for giving me all the love that you could,
Thank you for listening to this remix boy I’m
one day, we'll receive a big cheque
And fly round the world, I'll show you revision
All I want in return is respect
She's daddy's little gal
Daddy's
right?
Yeah, I guess. So what you trying to do?
Five years from now, tell me bout the due
Well, I don't care about the money
Like, it's the respect that
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