Lyrics:
to you
Or your street sweeper?
Question for all of you rappers acting real
I'm starting to wonder if you
Know how that can feel
If you don't care about
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
preaching
All that make peace
Until the cameras up in your own face, need it
Like oui
Mr. Swindler won't you let me do a track
Please please Mr. Swindler I
to give me some
I got some for niggas don't wanna see you with any lungs
Get the Prada tee miss
How the fuck can I be black I don't even exist
Who put this
didn't stick with it, they tried and eventually lost
Every game, guess you be feeling the cost
I'm here to rap, but I guess I'm a talk
Unless you be
to zero all completion green (Splash!)
Took an early retirement pick a dream
American nightmare hogging the screen
I'll hold the door open so you can
they're the kings of anythin'
Trust, that's you lot's kings, not mine
Happy birthday me (yeah)
My B-day, you'll get birthday beats (yeah)
Can't lie, I
the friends that you buy
And ain't it bittersweet
You were only just getting by
But I hope you know
That it won't let go
It sticks around with you until
contemplate outer space till I can play a show on Neptune
G is a Jesus gone genius, if you sneeze I don't bless you
Ain't easy to appease my piece of mind, I
nigga
Product and money
So if you want fifteen, it's twenty
And if you less than ten, I won't bend
Or y'all niggas to run with it
Gun busting, I done
never faded by yo self you always needed help
I ain't never lost a fade bitch I'm pam son
Any time I'm out numbered let the heater blow
Got a nigga bitch
know
Nine sticks in my whip like Romo
New whip I cop came wit' turbo
Stick in my denim, so I can't keep my pants low
Ten niggas with me, try and do
"Not with a straight stick, with a little
Fucked up stick i whack a ball
It goes in a gopher hole"
"Oh, you mean like croquet?
"Fuck croquet! I'll put
yards
When I say ain't no fun involved
I ain't bring you to this team to be Dr. King
Take a knee and on me, you won't run at all
At the press
We'll be gone for hours
I won't stop until I give you
Meteor showers
So if you want it say, ooo
And if you need it say, ooo
If you really gotta have it
rip him off, cause I know he won't get it
We don't make moves if it ain't for the gang
Bet you wish your niggas did it the same
Got the ball rollin',
force
But lately you been had me praying to God
That I never succumb to all of these thoughts
Never lay hands on you unless
I'm praying to God
Feel like
to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if
won't show you methods we used
We our the own ones bringin' us down, if I had a say, I'd free up the town
Break all these chains, I'm sayin' it now
snoring
No Roddy Ricch but you know I'm ballin
On DND unless the money's calling
This music ting I put my all in
I'm on my grind no time snoring
No Roddy
as well
Unless they all felt you're a socially awkward misfit
I won't admit it, I don't fit in in my own life
Don't no one get me so I'm fed up with my own
was tryna excite ya
Roll blunts back to back
Burn up every night
You can't name a time
That I didn't have your side
Always by ya side
You know Ima ride
Machine guns and Army sticks
Standing in the middle like fuck them, They can't tell what side he is
Black flag, bandanna tied around, what you doing?
Cold
steered you wrong inside a concert hall
My crystal ball can see the future, to the beat y'all
Magic, it's black magic, do you believe in magic? It's black
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