Lyrics:
on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to shouting out designers
I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each
Bitch you thirsty
Got new supreme like every thursday
Hold up
I need you to tell me if your ready or not
Cause i need you by my side every time i go live
Comments like a stalker
Blacked out like a stalker, baby imma Still prosper
These haters on my back look like Walkers, all talkers
Eyes blue no badge, but
as logical
As I possibly can but for the life of me
You know I just can't understand
What's goin' on sometimes
So situations like this come out in my rhymes
[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
hell on my ground or your
Head is gonna catch a live round
I'm never gonna throw in my towel
When I'm at bat I don't strikeout
I'm a natural selection
it
I got a whole lot goin on in my life
And I missed out on so much that it
Makes me mad cause I can't live twice
And I wanna get right but I gotta get
to show me now
I'm going up I'm ready when that shit be going down
Zombies move in silence sprayers rolling loud
I stay to myself so keep my name out
want me
Got my head up in the clouds keep my feet down on the concrete
That's a tall dream good thing I got long reach
Tryna see me out in long beach
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin
these vivid dreams inside my head, I got to live them
I know that my life is goin' to get better (for sure)
I know that we goin' to make it out one day
like that
"We ain't goin' out like that!"
[Sen Dog]
I'm high strung, click I'm sprung
Cause I don't live on the hum-drum
Where I'm from,
are out
And the city's locked down
It's hard not to freak out
With zombies crowding around
With a knife to the heart;
Rolling pin to the head
We'll hold
back, stacks in my hand
Remembering day one fans
Remembering God through all of it
Keeping him in front of all of it
Flows and rhythm, they appalled by it
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through Hell
Gotta make it to Heaven, gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven, for goin' through
the gram route, that aint the way I want to sin my nigga
Didn't plan out, how I want it, I aint quittin nigga
This the last hope, to show people I am that
It's goin' down
We do this here , we ain't tripping on fame
Put us in the game end up with a stupid cheer
So you be clearing my lane
It's goin
of portions
Momma don't believe in abortions
I'm tryna live in better houses
Countin' money by the thousands
Always watchin' my surroundings
Her booty clappin'
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
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