Lyrics:
demons
Telling me to sell my soul, shit
I might just consider it, all these faces so unfamiliar, it's
Tiresome
I'm the lone drifter walking upon
where are we eating?
I'm moving to Playboy
The publisher called me
I'm doing a rewrite
My parents are coming
I saw My Fair Lady
I
He was an anxious boy
A roving wandering thing
A drifter alone in the void
Each day goes racing by
The moment turning to stone
Just watching
nigga you a sweet leak
Got robbed by the bloods now you runnin' with the crips, nah
You niggas ain't boo
I'mma call Troop, he gon' call Big U
Now the guns
I can't let no nigga take me, I'm clutching on that stick
I was raised by big dogs, I'm surrounded by pits
Bro just got that new thing, that shit
you might drown
Headliner, move through the city like a sidewinder
Island drifter, black vagina finder
Loungin' by the seashore, switch like Bloody
the house & he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush,
Featuring E 40
E 40 talking: Mack OneDime excuse me playboy
Aiight check this out aiight nigga check this out
We crimeys right that
Featuring E 40
E 40 talking: Mack OneDime excuse me playboy
Aiight check this out aiight nigga check this out
We crimeys right that
I payed the cost to rock this drip so don’t be asking me no questions
Lil bitch blind by the dick because she know this shit a blessing
Don’t be
the woods
With Nic and Nappy Roots and blazin' that good good
Lord I'ma tell you we're doin' it just right
Got my Playboy bunny right by my side
This is me
Semisonic
To the drifters and the drunks
You said it was ironic
But you always cried when he would sing
That whenever one door opens
Another one is closing
on
Sicily smoke, rolled by the OG
He showed me to lead me fully
Roots as pride just don't earn glory
World is gone
Word is born
I ain't never sellin' stories
like it's something cause
How you get hurt by someone who got The Last PlayBoy in his bio
Whew child
I know you listening like damn he right
I ain't mean
He pulled up playing ari I knew it was meant to be.
He don't really smoke like that he ain't come with no tree.
Enchanted by his outfit boy you
thinkin 'bout me
And I'll tell you why
She couldn't even hold her head up
When you're by
Don't go hatin on me
It's just a game
You want her, you got her
the same
Had a pocket full of dreams, put my heart in the game
Now it's bitches by the dozen and they all know my name, the young Rizzy
Still the same kid
stalk the fox box to the party on lock
security check soon my ids inspected
in the elevator waiting to get wrecked
open the door then get floored by
ahead, playa, do ya thang
Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of gold skis
Mo' money than Playboy
Nigga bleed!
He was living lavish
Drinking
pop [pop pop]
[long pause]
GNice hustling is non-stop
Makin' lettuce
Top Chef, Italian Caesar chop-chop [chop-chop] (pause)
Got owned by the King
the barstool
Stumble home and stare at your picture
When they ask you "So what does your son do?"
Say he mastered cool and works as a drifter
[Chorus x2: All]
nigga you a sweet leak
Got robbed by the bloods now you runnin' with the crips, nah
You niggas ain't boo
I'mma call Troop, he gon' call Big U
Now the guns
leaving you by the shore
So place one more on the board and keep markin' up the score
Well my train is pulling out west
Its whistle blows loud and free
"Thriller" (boom)
My bass drum is a killer
Packed like a musket, tough to test it
Your arrested (Yo, was he in a trial?), you guessed it
His eyes are big, his
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