Lyrics:
clothes
Always surrounded, by so many (HO!)
I'm a gigolo, always on the go
Everytime I turn around, I got another show
In the club, hit about three in
apples by the sea
Or when we wore Moschino and were moving off key
When our chips were down, they weren't beefing 'bout Ps
The purest summers were those
I'm from the slums where there's a drought
They don't hear your screams and shouts oooh
I swear I want a couple acres in Maldives
My heart she can't
Dragon energy, no worthy of slayin' the man
Only one thing to remember when they bringing you down
Just do your life
Pull it out
The energy is in yourself
flying em squatters (ice)
Gimme the karats man dropping the diamonds, I'm covering dirt on my tracks (Diamonds)
Switching up lanes right in my black rarri
from the city but she litty imma ease in,
Plus she Hella fine lil dime for no reason,
Can't let her get close to me I'm too fly,
Niggas talking down
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paintn' his face
Wha, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was
the fine print
Those who read it will know
The industry is a mold
And there's no way you can grow
Underneath the man
And reap the benefits
Of your sow
So
over bullshit
- inside my dream
I'm seein' pictures of a broken man
No witnesses
Only the questions of who smoked the man
Young adolescents
In our prime
flight, man
Told the pilot ain't no flight plans
Can't believe whatever I'm seein'
And they know whenever I land
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the club
I'm about to go crazy on 'em
Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man
One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with
They counted me out, as if God don't
I'm falling in love)
They've got such a potent power
(Got such massive knobbles)
There's no human who can tame them
I'm not to blame but by comparison
You're better, maybe not by a lot, but a little
You're the patron saint of the totally fucked
You're completely toxic. There's nothing you can't kill
Real jigga shit
Lemme dumb it down just a little bit
Don't tink cause I make tunes fi di galdem that I'm sweet like pick n mix
Cyaan tek man for no
young man like a stallion
I said I wouldn't use the Cali as a catalyst
But I'm still mixin' different
Herbs in the salad fly shit
Bringing different birds
you're my only reason
If I didn't have you, there would be nothing left
The shell of a man who could never be his best
If I didn't have you, I'd never
surrounded by these clowns they ain't down to be ya friends
I know the feeling I been smacked in the face for No reason
By bitches low self-esteem hoping that
there with all of my things, prayin' that a wicky- wicked chase in the wagon won't happen
'Till some Traffic man with gadgets get in
Now I'm feelin
will see the drive
What I'm driven by
Your gift getting money
And flexing muscule
The Hunger The Hustle
Merchandise traders
Product for consumer
you down
like the po po
Fuck these hoes man
I’m moving anti-social
you got my heart my gal
and you know so
she was there when i was driving in Peugeot
Yeah
Uh, uh
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how to sell records like Snoop (oops)
I'm
people (For her people)
I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace (Aiyyo!)
Or out come the beast
We the best still there's room for
I watch 'em shut the factories down
Then the foreigners flood into town
They take what's left for half the pay
We can't stand by and just let it
tradition
Now I’m wishing I was more
My parents love each other madly
Sadly fell to their grave
But a billionaire was there
And my life he then saved
He
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