Lyrics:
Can't talk about bits
Can't talk about shifts
I been putting in time
Nothings changed but it all feels different
Same old plain cold day when
Known by human
In Dior that be my colon
Rocking on
Ain't no fucken clones
Her name be Mariah
Bust down on my wrist it's gold
Pull up ain't no talk
Man I'm
to react
That's what they said when they talk about it
It's so sad
If someone could've told 'em, bet they wish they had
Or maybe they did?
You know you can't
on yo block
It's gettin foggy out
Talk shit
He on IG
But we gone log em out
Bitch got
My dick one time
She tryna hog it now
Free Jae it's STK
Until they
you going through it you'll find out who's who
Real nigga gun always keep it a hun
Showed your true colors now I'm all outta love
Left me for dead had
Whitney out my duffel bag
Lil J5, He be spazzin' out his mind, he tryna' double back
Who it is?
What the fuck you want?
Nigga say he want exotic? It's
with it
You ain't no boss then we can't talk no
Pumpin' iron bullets, rippin' through your torso
Shuttin' shit down like a foreclosure
And my liquor
out)
He think he the shit, gon' fuck around and flush his people out
Bitch, I'ma get off, don't like to talk, I'll rather squeeze it out
Bent
know other ones fucking for pills
It's sad for real
Nah for real
Moe Kill
Keep it lit and low key
Wit the clique or by my lonely
Ima stand on my word
By the river
I'll float
And by the waters
I'll fall and fall
'Cause I don't mind where
It'll go
I'm here alone without your love
I'll let the flow
getting me started
I roll up a paper it take me to somewhere else
I'm taking a trip for my health to somewhere else
I got let down by these people too much
run the town
It's only right, I'm everywhere Don't talk about who outside
I'm still there when I'm not there I separated myself
So my focus gon' be
people they talking the talk
But don’t wanna run up in this shit and park it
And if I go to jail bet i told the judge
I just want to look like an artist
You don't like that
Hey
Ay
Hey, hey ey (well it's not about me, it's about you)
Oz on the beat, yeah!
I think that we should talk about you
slick, trick
They got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spice drips
See partner dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my
niggas with bodies who talk pleasantly
(Talk pleasantly)
It's fifty in the drum, twenty in the SIG
(Add it up)
And if I'm lucky, you catching all seventy
It ain't hard to tell, I excel and prevail
The mic comes in contact with the third rail
My raps react
They attack the wack just like a maniac
With
mo' money (yea) , show money (yea)
Money by my tube socks call it dro money
Dro money, kush cash (what's that?)
O money so I blow it out a big bag
Mall
Talk with my hands, maybe take it real slow, ooh?
Oooh
Working the words out, walking your way
Hoping it works out, maybe someday
You’ll let me know
them do what they like but they cant break us
Everyone out there trying to imitate us
Be like money mehn it’s too hard to make up
Our love is on auto
Oda
flood
Risen from out the mud
Bathing ape beatin my chest
Yung roar wit the best
Yes
I ain’t wit that frontin shit
Nigga this all facts
I walk it like I
the man that are moving like scum
Real talk, on the mic, I'm a villain
Bring the best MC out to the stage, right now, watch how I kill 'em
I know guys that
in
By hook or by crook
Never played by the rules or a Book
If you need a role model
Go get out and look
And to make it in life it's tough
But pull up
an instant, your chest can divide in holes
It's cruicial, but that's how this ridin goes
Ain't a nigga out here Eastsidin knows
It's a no-no, must not confide
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