Lyrics:
starin' at the ceilin'
I'm feelin' like my whole life ain't got no god damn meanin' no more
Hit the bottle, I can't feel it no more
Smashin' models, and I'm
Runnin and dippin I'm doin the dash
Ride around town with 5-0 on my ass
Yea I am a savage they call me the bat
Yea I am a savage they call me the bat
than what it seems
cnd feel neglected but respected to get it by any means
HOOK2:
JOcNLEE:
Whether the streets or “9 to 5”
Trust me I gotta get it
meds, yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, the hair, yeah
I'ma grab her by the hair, yeah, the hair, yeah
I'ma fuck her by the throat now, she go down
Will you turn my headphones up?
V-V-V-Villion
Whoa! Whoa!
I just got Dorf on my lip (My lip!)
Po' me a drink take a sip (Sip)
I just pulled up in
dope in just in case they raid
That way they can't prosecute your residence
Cause you done been already got rid of all the evidence
Tryin' to get
Sweet rhythms and spicy rhymes, that got you hooked
They want this recipe, but it is confidential and we be makin' dollars, not cents, it's essential
smokin' exotic, you don't gotta see
Feelin' the roof and I can feel the breeze
Pockets got nachos, that shit cheddar cheese (wow)
Smokin' gelato, got me
You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
on Barbies (fuckin' on Barbies)
Fly like Tha Carter
Put on that shit, Dior, Prada
Ain't got a department (ain't got a department)
I be with Marcy
All
hatin, they should just back up
Got the dead presidents
But you just got cents
Ho you just got no sense
Have you even paid that rent?
All the money just
It's DocDav
How I'm feelin'
I'm in a plane looking down on the earth
Perfect geometric shapes, life is giving birth
Our world is a miracle, it ain't
peace chains and medallion
I'mma be with Neff do it by myself
I don't give a fuck i got your girl
I'll grab her breast almost grab her ass
I ain't got too
yeah
Feelin sum, outta sight, outta mind
I can't take my Lexapro, cuz geeking up's my nine to five
Aye, yea
I don't ever panic when I'm high
Long as I
speakin' Spanish
No comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by
I'm straight out tha jungle
Keep 'bout five pounds and we ain't even tryin' to hustle
Y'all already know how that go
Yesir look her
Me?
I come
Like Ali got, I got tha title back, prepare for that
When the world needed to ask where he was at
But when he need somethin' back, fade to black
shooting stars only
Live up in the sky, you got to take the risk prolly coming with a 5th
Or a space to ascend man it really all depends
Nigga been woke
I
the pen
And wrote my first rhyme and got that feelin'
And now I'm here in the flesh still dope still death
Tryin' to get my song (rockin' on the radio)
forward
I got trauma from problems-
Back then I couldn't see
See no evil, speak of lies,
Hiding everything
I internalized my struggle
Now its plain to see
D-d-d-d damn
Never smoked nothing like this in my life
Pack it in a pipe, put it to a light
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I ignite i'm high as a kite
Levitate
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
colds
at the jump off, it's about to jump off my nigga, speak with tha hand or the gun talk.
Yo, RZA, we got the clan at the front and police
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