Lyrics:
It's a shame it's they names where they came from
These niggaz fly-by-nights, they couldn't fly my kite
Tie my shoes, lace my boots
They money run short,
doing tryna do some Zydeco (hey)
I just let the music come from my soul
So all of my people can stay on the floor (ooh, ooh)
They got a brand new dance
that’s why i’m the topic
My choppa been gay putting boys in the closet
I feel like lil Kutta take off like a rocket
And i hate the love word i ain’t loving
pride, Play's by my side
Just chillin, along for the ride
Now it's the capital K-i-d, this is my ID
My rhyme history on the m-i-see
Will show I know how
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
make it seamless
Hypnotise
By hips and lies
Hits and highs
Hit my eyes
I hate the lies
Memorised
I despise
Other guys
I just might
End a life
In disguise
It's
The Boy
Deep Breaths
I'm sitting by myself at Bob Evans
And I never really believed in Heaven, so I
Wonder where it is exactly I'm headed
Cuz
with the tots
Excavating reams out of logs
Michael Scott
Yeah you know he’s the boss
The boy comes in smoother
Than some Haagen Dazs sauce
Don’t get lost
The sun is falling and it lies in blood
The moon is weaving bandages of gold
Old Black Swan where oh where is my lover now
Where oh where is my
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
Jumped off of the porch
And I went and bought a stick
Jumped out off the Porsche
And I damn near bought a bitch
Real dope boy, tell the fans take
Young bull, throw dick like damn fool
I keep a bad ass bitch by my motherfucking side
I put a ring on it and a wedding band too
I Guess I like that
Eating
respect or acknowledged the hustle
So I went and built a brand off of doing Double
Hoodie up don't give a fuck, gave these fuck boys enough
The real ones
( battin)on my life ,turning to the joker
cctin with no feet , but still gettin all these oscar(s)
Yibi yibiyeee , with they mouth locked in
got drive-by’s, yeah we got them gunshows
Went from riding in the Tahoe, now you bitch give me that deep throat
I've been skipping all my classes, they
remember my name (remember my name)
And whatever remains
After we walk on white sand
Lets travel in style
Just want to see you happy and smiling
I can change
Man y'all boys aint bout shit
Y'all need to win a Oscar out here man
Pipe up all my niggas bout that life lets get it
Yea
Yea
Yea
Get'em
Get'em
Get'em
my boys with me
Say whatup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai's
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Jigga I be Spike'd out, I could
Oooh Rell
Shoes balenciaga other day I did the pradas
Im up let me remind you so is my partners
We real these niggas fake go grab a oscar
Niggas aint
drill by Hanz (yea)
I, I still got them Goals on Sight
Now now now rescheduling my plans
If I never had recalled
Them gees in South London
Newton's first
brushing your teeth
While you listen to my singing
And my melody beats
Forget about Slugworth
Shine up your shoes
Willy Wonka read about you
In the local
Look up at the stars like one day that'd be us
Better look tough if the boys get buck
Me I've been doing big thangs on the run I can tell by the legs
bust up the thing like me
Oooo wee bust up the thing like me (Eeeee)
Pumba
I like the girls with the big fat bunda
And all my boys dem dey ball like
I’m chilling, You chilling
I’m gon put you in yo feelings
I'm a SODA boy from Dade
All my ladies here getting paid
For the bad vibes we got sage
To all
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