Lyrics:
was on stuck
Couldn’t get over that hump
Until my record dropped and it bumped
Told me Blessed was his favorite one
Followed by that I’m the one
So I
fade me... I don't do edits, it's probly genetic, but gimme the credit-
Don't play me...Feel like I been going crazy...
I'm watching out for 180s...
dont even talk
Packed her bags now shes headin out to LA
Got a one way ticket and she leave tomorrow
They dont even show love they wanna see her fall
But
not yellow, in my face you may get slid with the elbow
Talking down will not shake, jello
You can leave that with yo hoe, pillow
Cut it out, tobacco out
had to escape, plotted a route
Either get up, get out, or get caught
Yeah
That's what it felt like anyway
I knew Wilmington Delaware wasn't the place I
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
inside of your box
You got a problem, them Strange rhymers out on your block
So good morning, get it in like it's 30 below
Another ¡MURSDAY! is here
lil bitch I'm taking (Yuh)
By the music they tryna diffuse it
And abuse it lil nigga get to it
Got the juice lil nigga be juicing
Capri Sun nigga be
know I'm dope by the look on ya man face
I'll buck'em until he numb, he won't even feel out of place, squatter cold case
Caesar can talk brought in
us by with no interference
Leave em stiff, watch how they standin by like they up for clearance..
Man this lil nigga must be the realest
Flow sick you
And you edit out the sad parts
Well I guess that's how you see the world as well
But I'm here to tell you
The pendulum swings equally far in either
nigga
The more I get old
The more it get clear
You lie to yourself when you edit the image
Fooling your vision
Cropping the picture
Play with your eye
forward
I'm a dream chaser not a dreamer guess who gets more
Only losers tell you that they never really kept score
So when they leave you
I'm the one they
knawing in brain is like a hunger it's insatiable
The ones that know
Only found it out by accident
Stabbing in the dark and somehow hit the facts within
Ah, shit god, this mug
It rings all day, I get text messages all day
I can't edit nothing, I can't write nothing
I can't call nobody I want to
This
excuse for me just doesn't fly
Zack keep sayin', "Meet at seven-nine"
But that shit just gon' have you on my mind
Yeah
And I just wanna get you off
Aute’s playing on the radio
I’m hearing voices from the stereo
Should I go back to the mountain
Maybe sit and wait instead
Try to learn how to get
you get fans
And by the way, I got more views
On my break while you were posting, damn
The possibility of someone trying to shake your hand
And get
filled with Kiwi
I am a pounder and you is a peewee
give you a chop and you blow out ya knee-ee
Then if you fumble I go get the TD
Her titties small, I
cul-de-sacs and not blocks
Felt Lost, hadda escape, plotted a route
Either get up, get out, or get caught
yea
That's what it fElt like anyway
I knEw Wilmington
throughs
Objects are closer than they appear
'cause when your by yourself there ain't one else to lie to
Talk radio gets a lot of play in his vehicle
It
the loud
Get u zones and wholes
Pill cosby I can get you a dose
You no jojo got shit for the low
I aint by the pole
Then im chillin at home
Just hit up my
we bump, dedicate slow jams on the radio,
Know ya happy I can feel ya passion looking out foe ya just like daddy,
Come on, sun shine turn
it out
Start by kicking off your shoes, leave 'em right by the door
Then you call a couple friends and you call a few more
Put a drink into your
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