Lyrics:
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
control (just lose it)
They lose control all over
Politicians call they're fallen from the floor
We're a world running dry off ethanol
With the terminator
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
gone
Left behind a quiet song
You were off to a brand new place
Your destination's just over the hill
Your heart is willing if you've got the will
I
you read from
I don’t even think that you know
You’ve been stuck for a very long time on the same road
Going over and over through the same trails
Don’t
on a brand name
But any day it's OE over champagne
I'm talking shit for my fan's sake
I give a fuck who can't relate I'm Erick landscape
I paint
over
There by your record label, huh?
You see me up there, real big
Yeah! In a real flamboyant way!
You see the 'Beautiful' single blowin' up!
All in
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil he wanna
know that it is to You who I speak, it's true you Made me new I'm
Not the same dude as last week
It's true I made it through by all The strength you gave
a Grace or a Hannah or Michelle
Or maybe I should put this brim over my face like it's a brand new era
But how you move in stealth in a yellow Panamera?
forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
life
Jail niggas sendin' kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked
Finish 'em off, well-done meat
Then send .22 slug to your head
take much, for me to get started
Every time you see me, I'm with a bunch of girls
Straight to the table, in my own world
The ballplayers know me,
of a little dove
Just waiting to be found
And his song is so damn loud
Sometimes when your lost your really found
Running over the same same same ole ground
Its
hard to sleep
I wrote a little song about it
In she came with the same type game
The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame
Big thangs, so big
I'm being told a bad attitude is off brand
You get what you pay for
See me holding out my hand?
I'm ten deep in a box of Fig Newtons
I'm too old
I want a big ole chain
I'll get it the size of Texas
I'll get me a belly to show off success
Down below is where the Wild West is
Scrap the bottom,
over once more.
Staring down a brand new day.
Everything is still the same.
The mirror hasn't changed my face.
And I know that the world will pass by
Zuma Zuccenberg (Zuma Zuccenberg)
I’m iceberg (I’m iceberg)
Is on heart (Is on heart)
Cash is the world (Cash)
Brand new banger
Zu-
Zu-, zu-, zu-,
I'm up inside foreign cars
Delilah I won't promise you
No love cause I know that were through
And the world will never ever be the same
And you're
the minute
Older every moment we mend or break
Older by the hour
Older with every same mistake
Older every day
Older, older
Beards and bras
Broken hearts,
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