Lyrics:
serious? yeah I'm serious....what do you think? man that's the bosses
lady you're gonna get us killed. the bosses lady? fuck you man!....the
bosses
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
But I recognize the top
And when you got nothing
you could recognize a lot
So you grind 'till you shine by
Connecting all the dots, yeah
To life's
on my worst day
I was quiet
I was taunted
Now a nigga feeling haunted by a false reality
In actuality
They moving cowardly
Without a salary
I'm winning
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
against me im reaching a whole another level
Cause im god my man
Deep connection the all it grants
Lost and possessed yes
Living this mess
Realities all in
Yeah she may look gritty
When her man come back she gone look so pretty
She the Church
You might see her acting crazy
Be patient with her tho
Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by
A younger man now getting old
I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold
I hold
but a man's gotta man up
It's hard to believe sometimes I get the best of me
Now, I'm doing what I can but I'm a man not a damn chump
I can say it if
underneath
eating mine alone
and no one knows
or eating every ones
and everyone is coming
i could never bring anything to reality now
reality is cracked by
αγόρι
Baby, let me be your λεβέντη
You want to take it somewhere, you just got to ask me
With me she nasty but by day she keep it classy
Θέλεις να σου
world alone
I'll be fine by myself
I can tackle any task
I won't ask for help
Helped myself to failure
Could've used a hand
But it contradicts
What I was
there's nothing so bad as a meddlin' man
Oh yeah
I know, yeah
(Ooh)
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we
there's nothing so bad as a meddlin' man
Oh yeah
I know, yeah
(Ooh)
Futures made of virtual insanity
Now always seem to be governed by this love we
moment, my reality's motionless
Sleepwalking because the energy down (down)
I'll probably swing by the office when low on clinical trials (trial)
Grimy
killing them
They are force fed information
By a drugged up man from Vermont
Drill their minds with false information
That they are forced to believe
Pious
realities
So open the door to the endless abyss
Stimulating the depths of the insular cortex
The vile blood flows through your veins
And all at once man
Planned it all out day by day
Snapshots of moments had changed my ways
Time blinded by our adolescence
We're restless instrumentalists
Cruisin' all alone
No
Your like I know right
So why not begin
This whole life we go by
It's go time again
So why not begin
It's go time again
Your like I know right
So why
What if you lived as you obeyed
What if the story of your trial
Was ‘bout a man
Who lost it all yet found the fire
What if you had the chance to see
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
know
Allegedly attacked and are cut up everywhere
But oh, not by women, men!
You sent a man to beat on women!
Lemme tell you i'ma say it again
What's sad
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