Lyrics:
Butterflies
Being eaten by my demons
Unbelievable, he wrote another banger
Somebody pay me, dont wanna work for the man-I
Dont wanna waste my life 5 days
executive, who
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"You
it
Had me offended last time that I walked in the hall, went through
Let's break it down for 'em
Account this, if every show is a 100 thou' for him
tryna take the day off (whoa)
2010, I made a hundred in the street, niggas was furious
Thotties watch my elevation and plus weird niggas hatin' on me
are just pixels
And DNA's coding that's activated by light and then crystallizes within you
64 codons
Six plus four like the bits in my tendo I play
leaves the ground
It tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by that awesome sound
(T-plus thirty seconds, plus thirty-five
Columbia,
leaves the ground
It tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by that awesome sound
(T-plus thirty seconds, plus thirty-five
Columbia,
a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
thousand convicts
Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
With nullified beef and combat swamp rats
No equation, you got nothing to prove
Twenty five thousand one hundred eighty five
About how many days we have alive
Take every single one and make
your grip greasy
Gon' be a hundred up by next year, come hit me next season
Once the fam good, the team straight, gon' get my neck freezin
Real shit, I
keep the earth on it's axis
I make a good day move slow like molasses
Welcome to the bee hive, dual processor with the G5
There's not a tape or disco
somethin moves in one day Im too far ahead nigga
I got sinisters in every room wit me
I got hundreds spread on the bed wit me
Same time goin' dummy
Made 100
the day
Can not get distracted by these hoes I need it in every way
Holla at plug told em connect me to the socket
Homie asked for 5 he said meet in in soc
the sides,
But I still got the hotline that blings,
From the 10 to the 5,
That’s division by two,
Not division by pie,
But these nxggas here,
Want a piece
(IVORY)
I'm in space, man, I'm faded out my mind
Spent a hundred-fifty on my watch
But I still can't tell time swear to God
I see demons every time
basis
Livin life laughing at hater with screwed up faces
I'm in v i p drank ace of spades by the cases and they seeing me
Getting bread and turnt up
Brodie told 'em drop a pin, where them niggas stay? (Niggas stay)
I'm on the train with number 5, he hit you in the face (You niggas, ha)
Fake beefin',
The misery is everywhere
The symphony of cries is playing
Our hope is falling into abyss
Crossing five hundred years
The prays made in new lands are full
a lituation a frenzy
Come with some friends please
Five hundred and ten degrees
Yeah we’re getting sweaty
She’s sexy, sensible and fleshy
Ain’t gon’ regret
Trisha got me movin' .5 speed, I'm sleepin', droolin'
Hundred steps ahead at all times like all I think's conclusions
Why you post that eater on your
stank
Grind out of town, got a stash by the gas tank
Big Cat, fronted a hundred, I bought a hundred
Now I got a lot of money, known for doin a lot
thumb 100 in a jiffy
(5s 10s 20s fittys)
Like by the time you count 100 Mississippi's
(1 Miss 2 miss 3)
Buss a bag down, keep it century
(Always Kept
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?
[Chorus]
You can't kill, me
We put too much work in
Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin'
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