Lyrics:
it, leave them flabbergasted
Give all credit to the attic, can't none combat it
I'm lyrically gifted, painting verbs when I spit it
These pictures
it's already lit
Look up in the sky, watch the beam take off
Light it up in long range like Sasha Vazenkov
Coming to our area, all the way from Bulgaria
the matrix
Greebay packers all in my pocket, a couple platinum cards all in my wallet
Fa fa fuck it, just charge it is the model we live by
We get fly, you
a
Dream it till I'm woken
It don't age like it were Logan
I'm a game and your'e my token
Your'e the flame when I am frozen
Picture frame when I am posing
What it do nigga
This your nigga T-Streets bang bang
In the building
This young money
First up
My nigga, Gudda Gudda
Double "G"
Blap, blap
Elite status wove by the silk fabric
When that mic clicked on I get belligerent magnifico
A modern day initiatives to make sure
Y'all hit rewind just in
It's Us (go)
Her and her friends want liquor, I left and came back with four rums like Reddit
Check up on all my exes, big body up in Texas
All
to creep, I be teachin' ma
I got jars of that haze, yeah I'll show you how to twist
Get it tight but not too tight, it's all in the lick
I'll show you
Lyrics:
1. Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News
I try to do my own thing
Live my life like it's my own game (Yeah)
I thought I was my own King
Until I met the Lord
He taught me what life is
routine my cannabis dream got my sweet killer Queen OG by my side getting high on our own supply.
All this pressure
It's always summertime yeah you didn't
this dick all up inside you, whisper in my ear, don't play with it
Now you know I don't play with it
Shit right, I'm gon spend a couple days in it
I'm
Spears agleam in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,
When nine stars kiss the moon
to the library
Got a new batch, some blue, booberry
Stuck in the hallway, with a pass, say dog he just smoke all day
It's a mind game, like the ream I seem to keep
elite. 8
{Verse 3}
So summon all street disciples, conditioned by this fight,
Its causes, losses, scars, robbed and plagued harvest.
Exploits through
of the girls and the bitches
Who work in the business
Are all that the game is about
If you gon' get the bag
Then you gon' get the cat
This that biggest fact
through the window like brother man! all of a sudden it was her and then she asked me "Richie can I come in?"
So I told her yes of course but just hold
Stay
Why dont you come my way
Maybe we can waste the day
You know when your by my side
That I'm alright
We play
All these kind of games
And when it
now, prolly a bit a style
Thinkin' he can come up in the game and he can just change it up
Thinkin' he the ish, gon' stank it up
Sayin' he can rap "Did
A prophecy yh I'm just back
It's the god
Too notorious
Yh that's BIG
And i AID all these rappers
Bars wey Dey weak around like it's HIV
And when I step in
roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Y'all stay in cheer for him
Got up out the game and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep
roots
Stay close to the chrome
Haters stay clear of him
Y'all stay in cheer for him
Got up out the game and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep
Just got back, 4pm in windsor
It a lotta king-size shit going on
y'all ready know how we do
Landed off the runway, you can catch me with my villains
and trying be too great
Cop a crib in two states cause we Need new space
Gotta make moves now before it gets too late
Living in Gotham
Where niccas is two
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