Lyrics:
to oak tree
I hold the record for turning the most nose
Bleeds to front row seats
Most nose bleeds to front row seats (sigh)
Tryin’ to not take this
Whole
a vagabond, we are justified
(Ball tongue) congrats, you just fucked up my make-up and shit
(Ball tongue) what have you done for me?
Why are you at home
promethazine in my cup
Niggas stay talking I don’t give a fuck
They hit up phone and they tailgate my truck
But I run up this check up, I play for the bucks
Got
I told them I was coming up but they seem not to believe me
Now that I'm up, I'm grateful for the blessings I'm receiving
Growing up, I sat among
Realest in the game
Cant nobody tell
Talk down on gang
And I'm go'n send your ass to hell
I'm juggin' till I get up off the jet I'm pushing sales
Baguette
want
At the end of the day I am here
You can screw your face up mean mug and front
At the end of the day motherfucker I ain't scared
You can go rock
trust is a blade and
By your schemes I’m impaled
Now I wonder, now I wonder why I’m corrupt
Everybody back the fuck up before I erupt
All these questions
way we see is up now
We got plain janes and bust downs
I still trap for the adrenaline
Bad bitches keep text messagin'
I keep on inhalin' these
I'll be
Yours for a minute, like a moving mirage I'm
Yours for a minute, then I'm out of dodge
Hurry up love, we've got to move love
Not much time,
counted me out
Now I count up by myself
Thoughts in my head exclusive
I hit the road fire up
Hit the gas by myself
Im dropping real nigga music sorry not
Shut me up
Don't shut me out
I'm big enough
To know by now
I'm crazier
Than you think I am
But even I can tell
That something's wrong
I can see it
caught up in the moment, right?
'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night
So we gonna do everything that Kan' like
Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
The Cool Kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
on it
Got the ops praying all day, like islamic
This gun ain on safety I’m ready to pop it
This glocky my baby it’s not up for adoption
Bag it up put it
I'm by my self up in this party
Didn't come here looking for nobody
But i'm not taken by nobody
But I might be leaving with some body
Off
duro
I go break the bank for you and kolo
Booby trap dey the booty yen Ojoro (Ojoro)
By the way wey you dey go down
Down down malo payan o
Yeba yeba yeba
face deep
Less I'm caught up in the bottom don't involve me
I got way too many problems to be listening
I'm not one for all the drama rather hit the tree
to station to state?
Some loud thunder
Sometimes there's no telling if we're ok
There are buildings up for sale
On the other side of town which are
a man back home god damn
Now that was back in my college days
Just a youngin getting caught up in that college daze
Making schemes for my dreams in all
some
I get in my feelings thinking about my niggas caged up
Real niggas they gone kill for me if I say some
Can't see these niggas i'm like ray Charles
needs refilling
Just fucked up my zoot it needs re-billing, metaphor for the life that I been living
Cah I bit one fruit and it was forbidden
See your
I wake up fine and dandy, but then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
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