Lyrics:
start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself
India Kager. Kept their baby out of danger
Both shot by cops. Both wounds became fatal
Janet Wilson done wrong. I’m sorry that you are gone
I’m so hurt
When I'm surrounded by people
How come I'm still lonely
I guess it's me ego
Thinks it's one and only
I guess it's my ego
I guess it's my ego
Yeah,
gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the mall in Long Island, they
damn
You Rappers should fix up your life
You Rappers should fix up your life
Yah getting killed by the south
I guess I'm in this sh*t for life
I'm still
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many
her phone ring, she said, hello
Put my syrup in the refrigerator, told my daughter, it's adult jello
I gotta lead by example, so I'm doin' shit
her friend off the xan she forgot it
Oh well
She still about it
Thousands on my jewels
Wa Wa thirsty
Remember back in school
She would would
the palms, half the length of my arm
I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks
I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random
Started with nothing I came up from zero
Fuck Clark Kent I'm my family hero
Ran it up from the bottom, I'm talking a nigga had nada
In love with drink sip
sound which is the champion sound
Believe (believe!)
Okay Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl,
since like 8:30 I ain't plan to home
I'm saving these hoes just like Clark Kent serving justice for all
Serve and protect
I'm the serving the Tech
Just
The sun shines down on my naked calf
The heather’s licking me fine things
As I’m standig by yon bonnie braes
As the highland under out feet
them sharks
Broken ankle, fucking with them Wallabee Clarks
Got them bitches still screaming my name (what up Starks?)
I'm a bone crusher, ox'll split
gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees blackwatch
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Park Hill, the house
gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees blackwatch
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Park Hill, the house
revealed like you W. Fard
Some sheisty New York niggaz thirsty for chedda
You shinin' you get your jewels taken with your Hil' sweater
Keepin this rap
I don’t, I don’t want no, Obama, Obama Nation
I’m not gonna, vote for your inauguration
Cause I don’t need your, Obama, Obama Nation
I’m not gonna
Staring at her back
I fucked up finding the bite
Car all juttering and stuttering like I
When I'm drunk and I'm high
Living just to die
The shit that
living fast
Speed off to yo ass
Got me looking thirsty
Msquare my second home but they already knowin
I'm a 206 baby from the city yea
Even my girl can't
mostly Clark Kent shoes
Still abide by the park bench rules
'Cause hoes'll put you on the bench
Unless you park sum'n cool
Only a fool doesn't learn
From
back, I'm still getting blunted
I'm trying to focus on rapping But I got some plays in the studio, still getting money
They be try holding me back but I'm
a avatar cause I took a blue pill
Four hours gone and I'm in the mood still
You done came 20 times I ain't even shoot still
Had a seizure so long thought I
imma just live in the moment
Don't give a fuck whoever I'm making mad I feel like the one that is chosen
You be complaining 'bout problems I try
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