Lyrics:
tell me that he's wicked
Farrakhan comes you can't seem to buy a ticket
And check what my man has to say
Right or wrong, don't you think that he
Stevie G, no falling back
Only stay on my feet, I'm running laps
There's many man claiming they're a fan
But they ain't ever showed that shit like Stan
I
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like
shit (I take your Chanel purses?)
Are you serious, bruh?
(Shorty, we can be like
Stevie J and Joseline) serious (Then yes)
You don't have nothing to say
I be in the trap like I'm Stevie
Your money your hoes you can't see me
I get to that money when need be
I smoke on them trees like they wheaties
We
Brubeck
We come now, frantically searching for Thomas Moore, rainbow villages
Up on suddenly, Charlie Mingus and our man Abdul Malik
to add bass,
through
Can't no one see me, yeah
I ain't seein' you, RayBans on
I feel like Stevie (Ayy)
Click, vroom, just turned on my Lamborghini
VVS is buss down, way
Yah yeh yah young Stevie
Yeah some R&B Stevie for you
For the ladies
No one looked I walked by
Just an invitation would have been just fine
Said no
no Susan Moore
My guys know me I'll soon be more
And my guys who shot won't shoot no more
I've been giving in work
Digging in dirt
Showed them skill
You are you are my life, you are my love, you are my pain
You shine my life with so much joy, and sometimes you bring me rain
You are my love,
you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I
without without the misses
All the girls that I named are queens, no disrespect
But I need me someone to disappear, reappear like I dream of Jeannie
like bitch caress me (yeah)
All you niggas gimmicks, boy I'll catch your ass by Sesame Street (brrr brrr brrr)
Whole clique, real ass niggas (siuuu)
We
Uh uh uh
What are you doin for my mental you bet not be draining it
Treating my music like it's painting careful how I'm naming it
See thru the lens
where they still rebellin'
A yo sicko show like mike moore's
My city ain't nothing like your's
Slippin' into darkness like war! night-crawl
With
where they still rebellin
A yo sicko show like mike moore?s
My city ain't nothing like your?s
Slippin into darkness like WAR, nightcrawl
With the lights
and writing Langston
Hughes replica poems
Became me wanting to write like Stevie
Wonder my dad had been a singer and
Keyboardist so my mom was like
"You're
had
Between Nipsey and London
This the last supper like the day of Jesus
Pray and eat
Make sure y’all playing Stevie Wonder at my funeral
“Rocket Love”
Stevie
I know that you wanna be
My main thing
I can't even lie I'm on the same thing
I know that you lie cuz I stalk you
If it ain't me baby
Tell me
on Sunday, Bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?) They need to chill with the gun play
(New York city y'all) Police are at the door
the Magnum was by
the ryhmes are tight and I got my mind right
I don't need fame or lime light to shine bright
Cause the ryhmes are tight
Yeah
The GOD spoke to me
Showed me
Man the world has gone crazy
People are flippin' each other off
They're in they're feelings or they're freaking out
You know let's try the other
her throat now she giving me neck
feel like DJ Moore Georgia boy pull out TEC's (Tech)
Boy steady dissin' and sendin' me threats I don't give a fuck
a home
Without without the misses
All the girls that I named are queens
No disrespect
But I need me someone to disappear
Reappear like I dream of Jeannie
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