Lyrics:
What's going on what's popping, nah I ain't get the memo
I was busy making bops I had 'em moving like jello
And "GOODJOB" left 'em buzzing, yeah I
capping
Amber leaf and some henny
I got 2 girls by the docks getting naughty
Rebel mode call me miley
Call up my right hand let's get this popping
Tell
I got a friend that nobody knows, nobody knows but me
Ooh, mama please don't tell it to myself again
I know she thinks I've fought up my mind
But
Like 1 2 3 4 5 6 Sleep
7 8 9 10 1 1 Dream
9 1 1 Scream sirens in my ears
Sing me a song cuz the voices are near
Ring the alarm there’s a fire up in here
I told her like “hoe chill”
Gotta go quick
Can’t have a lame speeding by me my wheels boutta blow shit (On God)
I spent half of my cheque
came from me and myself
Just like my kids is not for sale
I personally know Jesus
And he told me this himself
He say my soul is not for sale
He say my
Everybody looking at me crazy
What could I do
Paranoia won't haunt
If I move
I wasn't sure, cause life got stressful
Until I saw Kendrick's SNL special
I
Generational Wealth
Tryna build something like that but not by myself
Need a wifey in nothing but a white tee
Make love all night got her smiling
I view myself as quite the
Sorry, save it, shit be getting lit and darken everything
Found a subroutine and submarined the very air he drink
Walking
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
Lean bop dip slide
Money talk we don't waste no time
Girl I'm needing you by my side
Let the music take over your soul so baby just
Lean bop dip
ain't even got enough bread
To make sure that your kids fed, bitch
You probably gettin' fed by the feds
Let me hush before they lock me in the feds
One
regards to a rap god When this here drops Guaranteed to make heads nod Fear not this right here ain't Nowhere near kids bop So high I can make lips
Send My regards to a rap god When this here drops Guaranteed to make heads nod Fear not this right here ain't Nowhere near kids bop So high I can
pray for me
You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause
Constantly my mind and my heart is racing (yeah)
All by myself trying to solve all these problems I
away from responsibility
Seems like it's a part of me
Grey sky and they say I look stupid
But I'm the kid who stole a traffic cone and made it a 10
show if you don't know it's holy
Don't got time for fans
Y'all are friends end of story
If Jesus calls me then I'm gone by the morning
If you try to stop
weddy weddy weddy)
Mic check (Ladies) One two I can't hear myself (Turn it up)
One two I can't hear myself (Turn it up) One two I can't hear myself (Turn
tell me who is worthy. Better grab some mits
Cause when I put you down there ain’t no coming back. There ain’t no gulag kid
I got my hand upon the wheel
I got a friend that nobody knows, nobody knows but me
Ooh, mama please don't tell it to myself again
I know she thinks I've fought up my mind
But
ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club
and listening on that day out
Ever since we was kickin' it, lifting it on the way out
Been missin' it since that day
I'll get lifted all by myself, bump Jhené
hot
'Cause 'round here, whatever happened, we don't see it, nigga
I step out, now I see the kids wanna be us
That's crazy that kids want to be me
Just a young black male with an out of wedlock kid
When my moods milly rocking pick myself up and go shopping
When I'm by myself in the dark my
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