Lyrics:
technology
But I can't make a blade of grass
Oh, no please reassure
Me the somehow I am more
That is the crutch that I need for my balance
Comparisons how I
player-hate on my shit, man, eat a fat dick
Lovin' this shit that's how you made me
Feelin' like I got you niggas crazy (uh-huh)
Against all odds, hopin' my
Woo Woo Woo
Remix to Catch me outside
You know I'm bout to get live
Cause I'm from that 305
Aye Aye Let's Get It
Walking by faith and not by sight
country singers beefin' over some guitar
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seeger
When I was younger I was so eager
To have a gun I would do
Maybe
But see, I've been strugglin' and hustlin'
Ever since my, grandmother was a baby
You think I'd be sayin' to myself
How many more days you leave
me you love yourself like I do in my dreams
If hip hop was human they’d grab me by the ear and drag me right to you
I miss you
See that you’ve grown oh
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles
trying not to laugh, as polite as I can be,
Like,
Can I be of service public servant, I mean officer of law
By my demeanor, you should see that I'm
in the street that I know, I
Only wanna hear one thing when I roll by
Good Morning, Good Morning, how we doing yall
Good Morning, yeah, Good Morning
looked for any payment, Amen
You tell me that I do this shit better everyday
You tell me to pat myself on my back
Nigga it's gone be ok
How do I say thank
mind
The kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday
Do one thing every day that scares you
Saying, don't be reckless with other
mind
The kind that blindsides you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday
Do one thing every day that scares you
Saying, don't be reckless with other
dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These
what it is
Imma chuck that duce.
Won't sigh anymore.
Won't smile when I know you gotta blade prepped behind
Won't lie anymore.
How I stood up
Well I ain't shaking off shit but the dirt
That I accumulated by digging down doing work
I love you mama thank you for trying to keep me in church
But
you
Like by the end of the night so what that shit do
You dont be blowin up my phone wait till i hit you
But everyday im like i miss you
But you got
sweeping yo team with them bristles
Sweeping these teams like how Gregg Popovich do
World War II flow, yeah my lyrics are missiles
I got on my futures (I
of why we live on the land
Oh how I remember I'll never forget
A time long ago A time that feels so long ago
Better get home grandma
You left your shower
you next to me
Promise you'll be home by sunrise
It 4 pm you still sleep
Room pitch black just to eat
You wake up smoke some weed
Then it's right back
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
(Daddy)
Daddy, I'ma do it for you (Daddy, daddy)
I'ma find out who did that to you (Daddy)
I'ma find out who did that to you (Daddy)
Daddy, just put your
Playoff
That's what they call me
It's that time when Friday comes along
7PM you always text my phone
You tryna get into something crazy
I like how
brothers
Screaming fuck a friend
If I fuck with you
Then you should know you man’s
Like Kobe how I pour 2 4s up again
Like Bob Marley how I be blowing
Ferraria)
They do not know what it takes
Skinny got codes to the safe
Ya'll get decoded I know that I'm great
Yo ho in my face
I got mad fires
And calm flows
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