Lyrics:
Formally known by the name Sam
(Beat The Beat Up Like I'm Bam Bam)
Kill the beat with my man Kham
I don't see you got my Ray Bands
Moving the cards like I
I wanna play at
Red Hat and Walnut Creek
Where people gotta stand ‘cause I sold out the seats
Where people wave their hands and bob their heads to my
the way nowadays
Fuck it I'm out the loop like I'm jumping out hula hoop
Classmates they been getting pregnant don't even wonder by who
A nigga I told
I tell em like
Imma young lord when I rip
I don't gotta act , I been hard since a jit
Don't be mad at the kid cause ya girl want a kiss
I drink my
embarrassing (pow pow)
You ain't gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping on your all on your
the vision through
Like I really just wanna see my vision through to be honest with you
Cause if that doesnt happen then like what was I even put here for
So
this commotion
Even with the quick hits
I'm rolling deep slow motion
Crystal clear coming through like the call to ground control
Move it or lose it
Bob
They smile in your face, whole time wanna take your place
my circle get smaller by the day
can’t deal i just need my space
Trust ima always say
a gateway to heaven
All the voices I do hear only come from the reverend
Yet the message tainted by the crimson
[Verse 3: SAVE]
She a Primadonna
Wanna be
Ya'll play games like Nintendo
I be speaking on what I see out the window
Tom Nook mirror dealerships the way they pimp tho
Fuck it pulling up with sticks
I don't really blame her I just really wanna sleep late
Fuck it I can buy it if she pay me by the weekdays
I'm a need a check like a motherfucking
I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move, because you're standing still
Walk the line, Johnny show me what your cash can do
Top gun, think I
to dog a Chihuahua
Like I'm a Rottweiler
You all barking
No bite
I'll stick my canines on you
Getting money now
So everybody wanna be my cousin now
grow up too well with technology
And I think this is why they disowned me
But now I wanna get back into the fold
I don't wanna be a black sheep, I
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin' me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all
to be rude I want chu on ya knees
Wanna hit it from the back until you fucking scream
Draw the curtains in the raife
I can't feel my face
Just need me
'm on the grind, aye
All of my team be goin hard
My haters they funny like Kevin Hart
I'm spittin that fire you see the spark
My shooters they crazy they go retard
wanna beat the masses got ace your past
So I face the glass to raw imagery and see mistakes that quake and make haste to change
in face of pain like
wet
Everybody wanna be fly
But don't know where their wings at
Had to pause for a minute
Now I'm right back in it
Like the drawers of the women
on struggling for my success like Bob lashley
You dont need to be mad at me
I'm only fighting for my future kids
Never give up like john cena pls
Always been up
Aw, man, yeah
You ever be in the club, man
You get in a fight
People that you don't even know jump in?
You feel like you wanna hit somethin',
know my root
So I can’t stop working, the truth
The hustle no easy, I no refuse
But I can’t use that as an excuse
Baba God by me, strong like rock
you don't wanna catch it
You don't wanna see my niggas actin' ratchet with the ratchet
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound,
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