Lyrics:
cost you brick
I got to the bread with out hitting a lick
Imade it legit by taking them trips
You flexing the money I'm stacking the shit making it
squeeze
Ah and I got bands like one, two, three
Too easy, ABC
My bands is blue, no antifreeze (Oh my, yeah)
Shorty a flirt, she a tease (yeah)
Shorty
You and Lucy and Molly and me
Used to party with the tribe at the festival at Reveille
Singing with the band at the top of our lungs
Grooving
about the Benjamins (Cool)
I'm on the world tour
Free band, my apparel and I rock couture (New Brand)
I'm in the chi with the killers like Chicago
Training everyday, was educated by a strong man
With the strength that I've been saving, you'll be saying god damn
By the end of this fight, we're
Training everyday
Was educated by a strong man
With the strength that I've been saving
You'll be saying "god damn"
By the end of this fight
We're
and mastered it
Isn't it lovely how menace
Has turned attraction?
Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction
Runnin' pure magic thank God for rap
I will say it got
of safe's like they mausoleum doors
Pussy getting wet like she walking through my morgue
Grant's, Jackson's, no room for George
Yeah, the fear of God's
Pies and cakes, out of state
Lies is fake, God don't make mistakes
Got the girl pussy smelling like Codeine Syrup
Got the bands on me like a football
clothes
I've been rockin' rose gold diamonds on the low
You keep bitches by the low, but you ain't pimpin' though
All my cash come by the four, I'm
my foes (Killing em', ooo)
Cutting their toes (Chop-chop, ooo)
Fucking no hoes (Ah, yuck)
Die by the code (Ah, ooo)
All of y'all soft like a pancake
Marty fucked my bitch? Hello
Aye I be pimping, I ain’t really worried bout no bitch
40 bands up on my neck, take a pic
I’m the shit, bitch in field
Llandudno and it's lavish
Know I have it cos I manifest a little bit of magic
Flow with momentum titanic
Something happen to my brain
When I get my package
here to stay
Drinking to much I been stuck in a haze
You bitches is fake I can tell by your face
Smoking this green now I'm in a daze
I was on Earth
Reality tv want me in they budget
Hope you don’t think I’m distracted by mugging
Bitch I’ma beast show my teeth with no muzzle
Blues in my pockets receipts
don’t fuck with a tec
No cap my watch more than your head
I can make bands while I’m laying in bed
Counting pink and blue till I'm seeing red
My fifties
Erase mistakes that's in my past, the days when i laughed
Without subconscious worry behind the face of a mask
Haunted by the words, that i've
GOD and ME
God and me, all in me, guardin' me, garden need
Off the kilt when eye measure up
Kick with kill in the city's cusp
Stagger hands leading
where I'm going, I'm just tryna make it work
Feel like I'm by my own uh, but I can't give up, know God got me for sure
Foot on the gas I'm gone, heard
band
Saw a moving statue
Saw the bullet train
And a sheltered city
Where clowns scream
Our move ruined it
Saw the money God
Brothers say by
got a band
Got a number for a name
No name on the visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm forced to a man
Murder raps, where you from?
Put the nigga
Brrr hey RD man, it's Boat, yeah.
Hey man you know that nigga Yachty went on the God damn mornin' show,
niggas try to freestyle, niggas tryna act
in the basket
Wakka how you do it I say that's God ain't no magic yeah
Ain't no magic
Speakin' holy scriptures on these haters super drastic yeah
Aye
Hawkins
Sucking your teeth cause God chain-talking
Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations spoken through rap
Veloured
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