Lyrics:
wheel
Just be sure what you want to steal
Some people do it by the book
But I prefer to go by feel
Tell me
I wanted to get out of here
But every
NBA chains, put them bands on it
Do another show, a whole ‘nother check on me
Let ‘em hate, I'ma steady just flex on ‘em
In the studio with Eli
Bitch we
the railroad track
Engineers used to see him sitting in the shade
strumming to the rhythm that the drivers made
People passing by they would stop and say
Oh my,
to see him sitting in the shade,
Playing to the rhythm that the drivers made.
People passing by would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
People, it feels so good to be back
Ladies-ladies and ge-ge-gentlemen, gentlemen
Introducing-ducing the new-new and improved-proved
You-you know
the railroad track
Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made
People passing by would stop and say
Oh
People, it feels so good to be back
Ladies-ladies and ge-ge-gentlemen, gentlemen
Introducing-ducing the new-new and improved-proved
You-you know
See me flash on TV channels
(Never throw the towel in)
People passing, keep harassing
(Asking what my style is)
Just go grab some rubber bands
They smiled so much and waved their flags
As she saluted to the military band
Most of the people failed to see
She had a broken bottle in
They smiled so much and waved their flags
As she saluted to the military band
Most of the people failed to see
She had a broken bottle in
(Look)
Hustle, I do this shit by the muscle
I came in this shit I had nothing
I turned it to something
I started moving shit by bundles
I been in
they're good
Talk about progress as if we've made it
Whilst groping still occurs in your bands safe spaces
Choking by LG
Punching in pregnancy
Unfair
Don't become so fixated
On a painted sunrise
Don't let the opportunity run by
I don't wanna wonder why
The last child with a wondering eye
Gotta put his
Kennedy
Waitin for sinners and
They see the glory and pain
You know the story bout the boy with a name
He did things like kill people and stole Kane
renaissance if you will
A band complex and intricate
We've been called by some prophetic. They say our rhymes are medic
All our impersonators are pathetic
tight homie called David Kim
We loved making music, me and him
He was like a brother to me, even helped him make beats
He started a band: Drums, bass,
no fucking clown
Play this in the club they get to moving set the mood
All these pretty ladies they be grooving by the two's
All I see is red bottoms
people buy
Always riding with my shooters, oppos tryna see me die
Windows down in carmel selling to the rich man
Gated community paying 20 for a gram
don't see a bankroll
Got rubber bands sitting in my pants by the chrome
And my AirPods in, I be blocking out the hoes
You can't ride my wave, stay
like it
I fly in private, that’s the way I’m flying
This not for bragging I’m leading by example
My life is Lavish I give your ass a sample
All these
the best of me these days
Now I been tryna run my bands up
We got a lot of people mad they can't stand us
Yea I'm a very solid guy I'm a standup
You wanna
future
On Everything
Never again
Contemplating
My own worth
By someone I'll always know
As a loser
By people I'll know as a loser
Gang
30
Aye, look,
Mwah!
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
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