Lyrics:
forget on Christmas morning
When my family we will all gather around our house
Mama will sit over there in her big old rocking chair
She would speak so
From everywhere around the world
I'm trynna get my piece peace
Baby mama got the Onlyfans
Making money from that Instagram
Shacking that ass in front
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Big up to the one Victoria Monét
Dunnoe seh you come out and you looking pretty and you looking nice
shit over and over till I get what I am motherfucking looking for
What about them trifling hoes
What about them grimy hoes, I pay you no attention, long
on the verge of a recession
I'm just trying to find the right one because I want to be with Jesus when the world's all gone
I want to walk with her as my girl
and a choppa (what else?)
And a desert on a dirt bike (skrrt), VLONE shirt and the Pradas (fresh)
Big nigga fresher than you, fuck you and your stylist (woah)
that followed you from Facebook to the gas station
You grew up looking over your shoulders online
But you are the math
Groomed by The meta verse to be
as much as making a way
I told my girl, she said boy go and get paid
I told my mama, she read me a scripture and prayed
I'd tell big mama but her body
your hands on me you better think about ya mama fuckin crying
I make the devil fucking cry
Whenever i ride by just remember to mind ya business boy im
been thru
I had to cut off a few
Cut them off yeah two by two
They be looking at my hard yea be looking for me crazy,
Wondering how I do it cuz
where his mama live) Yeah, he took me to it
(Then he took me to his room) And told me, "Bend it over"
(And said, "Bend over, let me give you some")
hard man
Shoutin' in the street
Gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on your face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place
We
sent a great big fish to swallow me whole
I’m in the belly of the whale, it’s so deep, deep, deep
The bottom of the sea is so deep, deep, deep
I ever say I punched shit
I did not jab it big chop
This a hit stick but it's not Madden
Couldn't even fit a hat so I am not capping
Plotting over
to you for you by Big Pops word to big poppa Long story but we got time till we don't
I don't say I will if I won't
My works cut out
Not saved by them but
mama she got it
No doubt about it
But I'm trying to see bout it
Pulling Benjamin's out her wallet
Looking real exotic, walking in Zanotti
(Damn) big
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
been a runner
Make the pussy hum call him hummer
Had three kids by the same baby mama
Had to block her cause She kept calling my number
Pull up
taking over
We dreaming of make more money cause nigga this life keep getting shorter
So suit up and be prepared for this thug world order
We ready for tha
I'm trying
Just lost my thug, ripped him apart, yeah they sprayed my man
I cry, I sit by the fan, somebody gon' die, they bang
I'm looking for unity,
a secret in this world, but would that complete your order?
HELL NAW
Girl fuck that nigga
And I’ll be got damn, Ima hurt that nigga
Ima call his mama, “Yeah
Angels Crying
A kid like me so tired
Just a small kid in a big big world trying to figure out all of my desires
New generation, trying to find out
fell as well
The dark days were over
And the sky people's hell
Feet in the earth
Heads in the sky
We watch the world go by
Feet in the earth
It's a big world and a free world
She said that I'm a keeper
So I'm just gonna keep her
Called her a "Dream Girl"
She's fine like Mona Lisa
Called
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