Lyrics:
Stone, wait by the telephone
Wonder if he's alone
Or is my man on a permanent loan to rock'n roll?
Rock'n roll
Outdoor concert, watching him play
Stone, wait by the telephone
Wonder if he's alone
Or is my man on a permanent loan to rock'n roll?
Rock'n roll
Outdoor concert, watching him play
my mama no more yes sir your honor
That gun sound got its own music need it's own genre
Ain't no OGs youngins rob ya for some dolce gabanna
They just
been on some jot thoughts down in recordings
Stupid how a drop top sound when it's pouring
Matter of perspective
I been in my head I'm missing exits
I
the beast of Easter leavened
VIP, all day, AK47
If words is weapons, then get to stepping
My arsenal's enough to send Hell's angels to Heaven
I'm cool
niggas
If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder
Through the rain and the pain and the thunder
By the time that you realized that it's goin'
a mold
I wonder if the Lord planning mercy on my soul
I put the rock to your face like Geodude, or we'll slow it like neo do
Stepping back my field
watch the sky and
Wonder why I need to die, I just wanna try to fly
You're sundress, I'm undress, my oh my oh my
On a higher high when I'm by your side
13, thinkin' shit, sound like it might be nice
And then I saw my life change right before my eyes
Look at me now, rappin' Look At Me Now
Spittin' full
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that
me get by
Trip to dubai
Esketit, Esketit, Esketit
Waited long time for my shine
Niggas don't rhyme like how I rhyme
Optimus prime
Got a whole lot on my
a sound cause you overrated
Uhh yeah most of you niggas be animated
Uhh yeah without a doubt bet I never hated
Uhh yeah cops pull me over get confiscated
goin' in circles like a ceiling fan
You dressed in all pink, no Killa Cam
I'm not worried bout sayin' it gently
I'm not Bruce Wayne but I'm lookin' for my
Look, I just moved outta London cah' things were really sticky
Grey gates, Range Rovers, sittin' pretty
You know I loved my G-Shocks if you were
n**** do no wrong
Wonder why cause that my dogg
Dogg
Where I spend most nights I just be hanging with the squad
Right around the corner where I heard
they call 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
the
Time, 'bout how they cross the game over
But barely mention Iverson
Wonder if my people will forget they history
The more they lit up еverything
multiple sounds
I always tried not to drown
But I was on the deep end
No more tears, I dry heaved when weeping
Sick I tried to sleep in but my xannies ran
$lick
Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably still in my boombox
But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment that selling myself on a fucking
always on top
You tell me baby keep going just Knowing that we should stop
And i know it sounds a lot but You be know that it’s true
I be stuck in my
hating me
Cause in my life ain't nothing to be jealous of
Truss that in my closet, there's many many skeletons
That might sound ungrateful but I really
toothpaste,
Aim, drop, that's touché,
I ain't fucking with no two-face,
Or your Harvey Dent looking ass,
Know you wanna be Bruce Waynes
Got the finest by my
wonder why
As time ticks by, as time ticks by
I never stop to ask and never wonder why
My soul is sound when I'm in my hometown yea
No place I'd rather
flexing give a fuck about u local jokers
Bruce TcIN with this art a steph curry floater
In my the bag like a cashier
Niggas sound like ass rap fuck a last
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