Lyrics:
'm walking down the goat path
When I rap on a beat that a goat track
Know that I'm tryna turn this 2 bucks
Into a few stacks of a couple hundo
Turn from
Buck
You See I'm Married To My Music, But We Got A Prenupt
So If That Bitch Don't Act Right, I'm Still Gettin My Cut
My Deals Never Get Screwed, My
niggas ain't really got shit on me
2010 Balenciaga not rick owens
I feel like bron with the uh
I feel like bron with the stick know I'm bringing the heat
explicitly fine
Cause I'm a petty little duck
Auto-correct sucks
It never Duck Tuck or Buck
Come on and put your hands up
It's a crime, what you do when you
yeah
Richard Mille, bonbon, Rick Owens, yeah
I be stylin' on niggas, I put it on, yeah (Yeah, huh)
Cyber to Ferragamo
The Restoration Hardware
Say, man, lem-lemme get a light homey
Yo, aye Timbo, this your Crippin' cousin Snoop Dogg, cuzz
I told you we gotta get gorilla on this one right
drop
Everything fresh out the box, Rick Owens, Vetemant socks
Pop me a Perc and I get on my mode
You know my problems, hope you don't expose
You
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Guess we gotta try this again
Dear Lord, I know that we been here before (yeah)
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
to Wendy's, told em lemme get some foh-foh's
This beat going stupid, shoutout Owen, thats fosho doe
Man... I'm in this joint going crazy
You know cooking up in
’m sorry to my ancestors (I’m so sorry), I know I’m supposed to fight (I know)
But this ice shinin’ brighter than a black man’s plight, I’ma make it right
In
’m sorry to my ancestors (I’m so sorry), I know I’m supposed to fight (I know)
But this ice shinin’ brighter than a black man’s plight, I’ma make it right
In
where you sitting
You know the vibes, where it's no surprise except for everything, right?
And you stick to that Morse code with whatever's left of you,
the flesh, let's talk about sex, babies having babies, Generation X
With the AIDS epidemic, we ain't pure no more, and I know they gotta cure for this shit,
you want
But I don't forgive
You should have been doin' nothing
But what you do with your dick
I ain't gotta spell it out pimpin you know what it is
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks
Get up off your ass
Know I gotta have some, gotta get my
'm stuck gotta find a lane
I don't know when to quit
Rollin the piff on the go when I'm lit
Shorty wanna ride so I throw her the dick
Always on the go making
now
Told her that she gotta go!
Niggas talkin they get heat up
Shot up his block he a hoe
I did things that you don't know
It's ok cuz I'm Vlone
Rick
Stop the wishing
I can't lose the vision
Gotta keep my head right on the pivot
I come out the trenches
I don't never need a crutch
You ain't really
Gotta keep my head right on the pivot
I come out the trenches
I don't never need a crutch
You ain't really talkin nothin if it ain't about a buck
I still
you with the shits let me know
I'm getting breesh I got dough
Fucking that bitch I hit the door
Give her the dick then I gotta go
Said I gotta go
know all the stuff I gotta deal with
My life be turning right on me, gon flip the kill switch
They say they really love me, don't know if I feel it
But
things
They don't know all the stuff I gotta deal with
My life be turning right on me, gon flip the kill switch
They say they really love me, don't know
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