Lyrics:
high if your poor and righteous
aint no time seems right
the problems seem endless
but in times of despair we gotta pull ourselves together
and if you
sometimes you're in
This is how it goes, now we're gonna play to win
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
This is how it goes, all we gotta do is begin
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
been cappin' in your raps
If you ain't with this pattern, then move out of the way
All my niggas get it crackin', yours are out here to play
They get
smiling at, even the randomest strangers
Quit fearing real, build on your future
You're gonna have to face it, Oklahoma let's do it sooner
Growing pains
Unless you're talk about some cabbage bitch
I'm a whole lot mo
Than a bad bitch
Or a nothing ass ho
Who don't have shit
Call me Cardi, Call me Megan
Call
a young maverick
Smoking on cabbage
Can't fuck with bitches
That shit ends up tragic
Make hella bands
Houdini
That's magic
Don't give a fuck
I'll put you in
P-F-L-U-G-E-R-V-I-L-L-E
That’s how you spell the most gangsta place
That you’re ever gonna see in time and space
Might get a Nerf gun pulled on your
Nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'
If you want to have something, you better stop frontin'
What you gonna do when the five roll by
You better be ready,
yeah yeah, yeah)
Keeps the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
in you and me and you can are gonna change the world if you
know you're not alone
On this lonely road
the one less traveled
you're not alone
No you're
yeah? (Rushed)
If you're gonna talk
(All that) , talk facts, what you saying?
I got rushed yeah
You got bore'd 17 times in one year blud
Ha ha hahahaha
maybe you can get your rent paid
If she wanna fuck, I wear a helmet, keep the head safe
One hit, head change, sometimes I feel like 50
I gotta get outta
If he down to turn tables
He said he's with it long as I
Don't have to play stop play you
Next I hit X to get behind the lens
Was his major this is
sing about fishing in the dark
You can sing Sweet Home Alabama
If you gotta do a drinking one
At least make it 'bout a half-full glass
Instead
a hostage
In a Delta skirt
"Do as I tell you
And nobody gets hurt
Show me where your car's parked
You're gonna have to drive
Because I'll be hiding in
blame her though (Ah)
AZ heat got my hair frizzing (Yea)
Y'all ain't purposely existing (You ain't)
I've been recording and chilling (I have)
Got niggas
And I'll walk you home when the whole things done
If you're there, I don't even care which team won
We could stop at the coffee shop
And make fun
Gotta mind my business
"You're just kidding"?
Your excuse... I don't think it is fun
Got a bag while you being bad, in another word, dumb
No money for
of aggregation
You're called the people in
A life of demonstration
We've gotta change the
World before annihilation
I'm gonna get a rifle and I'm gonna get a gun
I
Boy you know I put it in
Man, I know I'm gonna win
I know I'm gonna win
And if I fuck it up then
I'll have to try again
Until I'm way better than
on stage, In front of thousands, y’all gone have a fit (Ha)
I heard that y’all wanna click, well y’all better do it quick
Cause If you don’t.. we might spray
claiming the streets, I got a daughter to raise
-if I would've listened to you, I would never have got blaised
-now I'm fucked up,laying in this bed cramped
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