Lyrics:
pinned down at the party pit
I came back to start a band, of course
I saw her walking through the crystal court
She made a scene by the revolving
the rhyme
Just so I could break you off a piece of my mind
I'm cold, hot I could ice an oven
I'm back at it y'all still frontin
Got a 12 gauge I shoot by
Packs in like the dope man
Years fly by now I'm dressing in my own brand
No label went and got with the program
I'm so Indy you would think I was a Colts
a building It's already on the floor, now it's stacked to the ceiling
Tryna make a killin' with this rap shit Before I slide by a nigga's block, tryna clap
Um, I said, the party isn't over
We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fucking take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we can
gon' get it she want it
And by the wonderful moaning
That makes a beautiful night, baby
What a beautiful life, baby
Yeah, the steps brand new again
Step
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
She's the kind of girl that you see in the movies
Seen her in my dreams and now she's standing next to me
Down by the shore, first weekend
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
the bottom two, let my wisdom work it out
Big on the underground, can't knock me down
Vicki Leekx bitches, back by dope demand
I sleep on my talent and I
the fly girls and all the homeboys
Then I tried it at a homeboys basement party
They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me
When they came by
living my own life
A lot of strangers by my side
Everybody smiling and being nice
Well I think it’s all inside
Come on pretend you’re a superstar
A brand
the sky I'm a star by God
If you wanna come and catch a vibe wit me
Ducked off in the cut spending time wit me
I really mean vibe don't start
No time plain
a brand new benz
And I’m finna pick you up by eleven past ten [ Ten ]
Friends turned haters we go sauce on them
Make ’em wanna eat you up cos you fine pass
leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he's the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known
Late to the party, come on
In the club, get ghetto (bitch, get ghetto)
Three bitches on me, man, the night can't get no better (can't get no
She got Fendi, Balienciaga, in red and in blue
Designer brands when she dripping she blew the brains out her coup
If you friends with my enemies
the nights
Looking for some brand new ways
Tryna see the signs
So stay by my side while I find a way
We could all use some company
When it all happens, I
passport pages all stamped up
Bitches in the back all cramped up
All we need is by the pool, get tanked up
I got the juice: Tropicana
Brand new goo: drop
A from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating
I got a drop on the spot
And we gon' run in it
Brand new whip off the lot
I got a gun in it
I got a Glock and its hot
I put a drum in it
I was just
Pull up to yo block and you know it's a wrap
Got a bag on me yeah the racks on me
I don't sip on lean but I smoke on trees
Bought brand new crib cost 1.3
sat on the floor
Ares was far too mighty
Abandoned by Aphrodite
My psyche, was falling apart
I was inside, for a long time
Hit the space bar, stuck
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