Lyrics:
used to give a, fuck, now I could give a fuck less
What do I think of success? It sucks, too much press, I'm stressed
Too much stares, two breasts, too
ball on em
Velvet jacket with the loafers they gon think I’m Sean Carter son
I been on my grind more than two ways
Wrist whipping, cooking up this music
(Pssh, no)
I feel just like Autumn, I'm a monster
They thought I was Yeat the way
I pulled up in that Tonka
G-12, skrting off, no, this ain't a Honda
clueless
And I think I'm unruthless
That's how I move
Hopped straight out the bed
Went straight to the bread
It's 12 minutes past getting paid
I was
brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells
Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel
Pakman I'm that man I'm my own boss
Hugh Jackman Slap man take a load off (Woo)
Sold the AP didn't wanna show off
Copped the R6 12 O'clock when I blow off
We flying to space, sexy
How does it look, sexy
But how do I look, bad
Yeah tell me its good, sexy
Flying to space, sexy
How do I look, sexy
How
I'm not getting defensive
What do I care about some gay guy you met, okay?
I am trying to read
Well, I didn't mean anything by it, Rod
I just
your head (haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines
You think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people
think my name Steve Nash
You niggas ain't nothing like me
I'm sick to my stomach when I know I ain't chasing no bands
Aye
Take the lil bitch and I pipe
And this is
A connection
To my soul
So now I think I'm flying away
Yeah yeah
I've been thinking bout the meaning of life
And, where death gon' lead
The man that be
Smoking branches so
I really gotta Leave
I landed a hoe on some pirate shit
Got hit by a rod, but then I got real Ricch
I'm taking over
and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I'll concealed the piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just
Once I was happy but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that is tattered and torn
Left in this wide world to weep and to mourn
Betrayed by a maid
the heat up[01:10.32]I'm in a foriegn goin' 90, My broskii told me speed up[01:12.78]That poll stay on me, bitch, I recommend you not speak
at me like I'm high in the sky
Better turn away fore' you get a driveby
Like I wan go big
Hit a glow-up
Wan show up
Pour the four up
Lean inside the cup
Forever in debt to the ones by my side
And na you ain't gang, you ain't mob
Slidin' thru the city with the rod (Rod, rod)
Say I'm slidin' thru the city with
to the number
One score: it's 12, 000, too "I'm
The same as first place
" says the man who must be
Better than all those other
Pieces of shit and then we
Get back
like niggas is out for my life
So if 12 fuck around and pull me over tonight
I might
Just blow his brains out on sight
Cuz I’m starting to feel it’s you
where I'm from
Tatts on my body, they think that I'm dumb
5 racks and a gun when I was in a dorm
Finna pop out the cut take the whole world by storm
Shit
But somewhere in the race we run
We're coming undone
Days go by
I can feel 'em flying
Like a hand out the window in the wind as the cars go by
Wit another heavy Chevy
Big dope boys and trap
All you rap niggas role out
I trap when it's cold out
Whack niggas flying
But I stay down to I'm
take it
Yk ima rock out cause Kee money made it
I pull up with my glock out you gone think I'm crazy
Glen Davis in my clip hit with big baby's
I put my
face
Think I'm a vampire
Ever since I got blood, I just need me a taste
I'm with them soldiers
Got .50s and .30s and switches on Dracs
He think
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