Lyrics:
Fuck all that digiorno my delivery like the pizza man
Only the strong survive when shit gets tough and then it hits the fan
Being a real nigga isn't
Fly even if they cut my wings
Leaving it up to me? Bossing up on things
I'm Not working for a pion, If I could be the king
Rub my feet, kiss my
either shot for straight As or shot a deep three
While real Gs pushed Lana Del Rey and G-Eazy
They pushed keys, not the keys that's pushed by Stevie
moo
Farmer: don't tell me it wasn't cause I saw it and that was out
Cow: moo
Farmer: by at least 3 feet that's how far, come in look there is still
and yo shit
Five feet five feet five feet
I might kill em all the grave is small it’s only
Five feet five feet five feet
Don’t you try me bitch I’m going
to heaven and let Pac hit it (aww)
Future rather hang out with Jada than hang with Will
Shit I feel the same way that that nigga Future feel (I do)
I don't
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
verse ima charge fifteen
Sip that liq Hit zips Mix lean
I been on shit since 2016
Whole bum fit but the drip's pristine
Damn
SV baby I'm the man
Up late
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn
Leave the rap shit to the pros
The fans in the bleachers
I just hit another 3
Watch the crowd cheer for me
The celebration short lived
Cuz I need
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
outside and take a hit
Your shorty walking by and she hella thick
(Yeah)
Tell her she can stop by in my whip
We be making M's no disconnect
Never with
to make it happen
Take a dribble, set my feet, 'n shoot a three like Grayson Allen
Only smokin' on the gas cause that shit raisin' by the gallon
Now I take
I been affected by all of the fakes
I been affected by all of the real
Yeah
I been affected by all of the fakes
And all the real shit around me
I
this shit way too easy
Yea im just saying, understand, feelings overrated
Throw a couple bands when she dance that booty amazing
No only fans but she
Bitch im the motherfucking man hoe
Red bottoms on the feet mike amiri when im jumping out the lamb hoe
Real street certified hood nigga i go places
scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales
And I shit on these males, till it's stinkin'
Fouler, than a weed smell, nigga, your tree fell
See how
and buddy ran
Bullets hot get niggas tan, shits too hot I need a fan
Ask the price I need a band, whip my wrist and broke my hand
Say I won't and bitch I will
krumping
Fuck a ceiling fan, I’m blowing shit down if I up it
A minute man, but she’ll be coming back for seconds with money, damn
Fucked around and popped
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Send me the addy,imma run in his shit
We like musicians we stay with a stick
One wrong move and you might get hit
Ar pistol gone rip through his shit
Boy
compare crotches, cockless
Taking tech is too toxic, toss it
Never will the bosses take losses
Study cautiousness off this shit
'Cause some fans are
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