Lyrics:
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that
at night
The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom
Once upon a time nobody gave a fuck
It's all said and done and my cock's been
emergence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I'm rockin' this from here to where the Persians live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live
homie
She tryna cause a scene
But I'm in Paris with my team
Walking slow like I'm on lean
Damn a nigga jewelry look so clean
I occasionally ball in Lanvin
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
slinging crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Running with dangerous niggas and packing gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, looking so clean
Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp
Shout out to fucking Clem
New J's on, they are not fucking fake, these are real Jumpmans
I use the, same choir on DAW
Same ones used by Skateboard P
broke
Singing in the choir y'all, even sold dope
See I've been clean and I've been high
Lived like a king and I had to get by
Had a couple tens in my
ups, let us all give some
Number one yo, I’m number none
No comparision
And make the whole world aware of it
Brooklyn in the building we take care of it
at night
The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom
Once upon a time nobody gave a f***
It's all said and done and my c***'s been
ain't no Mexican
I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
Uhh, the lesson from
nines in the bedroom, Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin'
Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wesson is
Brooklyn (sold out)
Man I miss my Grandma cookin' (grandma)
Treat me like a don 'cause I'm gifted (like a don)
I'm a run the money up gotta go and get it
who try to do this
For all the wrong reasons
Seasons change, mad things rearrange
But it all stays the same like the love doctor Strange
I'm tame
on Little Bo-Peep but made them all
We didn't sleep, surrounded by the elite
I'm from the sewer deep
Not if you from my suites
If you the can't compete
And I
but I'm too clean for the choir
I require, what I desire
I got stripes, Adidas
Mami scream, "¡Papí, no más!"
Run up in your shit, just me, no mask
but I'm too clean for the choir
I require, what I desire
I got stripes, Adidas
Mami scream, "¡Papí, no más!"
Run up in your shit, just me, no mask
the only ones who up at night
The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom
Once upon a time nobody gave a f***
It's all said and done
trying to cue us
You want to step to us, come clean on the scene
Without the drama, my team making all the green
I'm in your spleen, no afro with mad sheen
the P.O.P.E pope
Yea im presenting that dope
Yea these niggas want hope
But I hang em by the rope
With the fuccin telescope
I see you little people
Tryna hate
or dying
And I won't hesitate to blaze the iron
You cocksuckers is chillin' with a ragin' lion
I see them dudes every day, when I'm racin' by 'em
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