Lyrics:
Don't want 'em in my company, jsut wanna be accompanied
Hundred mil', Dreamchaser chasin' dreams, hate is fake and love is real
Niggas said I wouldn't
me a plaque
But what's better than that?
I know everything
I know everything, I know myself
I know morality, spirituality
Good and bad health
I know
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
We back
Yeah
The flow's on me and I promise baby
I'm in my zone
Wizzle, come on
One ninety proof
Sublime in my shiny coop
Uptown is inside
in my head
You know what I mean, for peace I feen
Ah infinite dream, it's my tsukyomi
I'm good by myself but I hate feeling lonely
You say that you
could take it
It's just as good as I get
And ya'll ain't gotta ask
Dead rapper your ass, kid
Who anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for
Who eat up
the time
(Oops, my bad) Didn't know you
Be there all the time
(Oops, my bad) Didn't know you
Be there all the time
(Oops, my bad) And you still
Waiting in
to me you see
Except along the way
Left the beliefs and everything in between
Envious of those who dream
So just call me Grinch, cuz I'm feeling green
suffered
Temptation and patience, everything that the body nurtures
I felt the good, I felt the bad, and I felt the worry
But all-in-all, my productivity
of things
What good is havin a head and not no brains?
She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy"
Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy
She dizzy
on by deep, childhood traumas, sometimes the most outlandish explanations made the most sense. You try living in a state of mind where you’re never really
my self made, like damn
How many cuts are by my hands?
How much poison’s from my soul?
What bad luck is just the man?
Like how much of me is trapped by
pushing these bars like its my last set
24/7 I been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7
Carolina native doing good cause I'm breaking bad
Tunnel vision focus on the guy in a holy pad
Skating on thin ice with my stick and my goalie mask
Hundreds
awhile
The Pandemic
Changed everything
Good fortune
We haven't finished yet
Tongue thigh play
Wet fingertips
Use your imagination
Are you ready for me
good to lie, even though I know you wanna cry?
Hey, if you were gonna tell it, then you should've everything instead of making me the bad guy
If you
to pain
Never lost, never stopped, never gave up what I had
Focused on the thoughts and took the good in with the bad
Traumatised tonight still fighting
the proof for them bitches
If she dry I got some lube for them bitches
Fucking on lil' mama good
I can tell she from the hood
All I got is Hennessy for
We all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more
N****z is dying tomorrow
We, bet on all
me everything that wasn't good
Too many nights I been brainless
Wait 'till the day that the kid is not nameless
I gotta clean up my act 'fore I get
Carolina native doing good cause I'm breaking bad
Tunnel vision focus on the guy on a holy path
Skating on thin ice with my stick and my goalie mask
Hundreds
My number one goal is to get her out the hood
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section
Me and my dawgs proteted by Smith & Wessons
Any nigga
everything is prepacked and pre weighed
You might buy a weed pack that's dry aged
I cut the packaging date off at 40 days
FUCK a fish with no water bitch I
diamond language
Everything when they watchin'
Ride with the windows
I suppose you been told
Have a lil' sip, no shoes in my ‘Lo
Boss, sir, and when you
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