Lyrics:
I'm afraid my time is runnin' out, I think I might be losin' it
Health declinin', buggin' out, I guess I just got used to this
Only 21, but yet my
a right
Then made a left, we was just circling life
My mama called, "Hello? What you doin'? "Kicking it"
I should've told her I'm probably 'bout to catch
reception
I'm crazy, I'm goin’ ballistic for the gravy
I'll let it go in your biscuit
From the screw face, cat black
You know that I'm twisted, stupid aim
My
fitted and knitted
People judge a pimp by his shoes (Biatch)
My mama wasn't a sucka and
My daddy wasn't a lame
Uh uh (Bitch) , I come from the game
I do,
favorite spot
Plus I like it there, 'cuz I got love on the list
High powered juice, where I don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get love from
Smoking that gas it’s Toxic
I got a bag of broccoli
Look at my wrist it’s rocky
Look at the bitches watching
Go to the mall I’m shopping
Niggaz be
before you got to taste the meat
But it's bittersweet, the way I'd eat that album to death
Got those words out my teeth, and the beast off my chest
Y'all
not the right time
My mama says, "Son, you can't fight the sunshine"
I did not go, here tonight
To be struck by your light
But here I stand in
his prime
We was taught 3 main religions
Ask Walter Williams
The destruction of civilization
By Chancellor Williams
I'm a student from
of my haters
They Just got unblocked
I let them watch just
To show them I popped
But I know
That I can't go on
Unless I'm really doing it
cnd going in
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
album
Dog, I had to eat, I sold beats from my album
Now I got heat, I hold beats for my album
February 18th, reach for my album
Niggas forcing me to keep
put 'em up, put 'em up)
My hood niggas can you feel me (I gave you 'We taking over')
(I'm so hood) If you not from here you can walk it out (ayo
My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff
peace hope you see
cll my carpentry
Some of it I learned from others
Some of it I learned from me
cnd i barley sleep
I be trying but the future me
time, y'all thought a nigga was high, thought I was crazy
My mama, she ain't cut no corners
Got me back on track, I don't miss her oversteppin'
But do
blessing and every time I perform
Hey
I tell you if Jesus has made him an album, it would prolly be rap, for example
"I came up from nothin I came from
Thanks for landing on my album
Dylan land y, this is volume 1
The second part is also out now, i'm talking from 2022
Back 4 years in a song
B-B-Bankroll got it
Uh, I stand by my word, don't back-paddle (unh-uh)
Fetti longer than an ostrich Adam's apple (an ostrich?)
Give me my 'speck
of July
It's too much fun
A whole new album, I hear it's begun
Came a long way from the Zeroes and Ones
Opened up a socket, call a raw method
Cannot
a limo
I was chopping crack when Dre was banging my demo
And all you old niggas is washed up like N.O
Don't take it the wrong way, I got love for my
to Bill O'Reilly, I'ma throw you a curve
You mad cause I'm a thief and got a way with words
I'ma start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
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