Lyrics:
up all their talk
But ima keep walkin my walk
They don't ever let me rock, yeah
It's just my insecurity
I do be caring what these people think
My
Casey
My background coke history speak for me
Diamonds and gold all across tha T-O-P
And all these hoes wanna ride in my Lexus Jeep
If it ain't cheddar
Girls in here" like it's Olly Olly Olly
I'm ready for the war anytime
When it kicks off
That's why my enemies are pissed off
I'll be the best grime artist
who decided, well, I'm not really that hungry anyhow.
These are just a few of the things for which payment is long overdue..
The person that I owe
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
need me a gasmask til all these vapors clear
for hours, with all her powers just to see how
your Range Rover feel, on the real, that's head over wheels
operating on all cylinders, syllables spit like dillingers
Spilling your guts, people are feeling your mic skills
But these haters are ice grilling ya
a feinding for the new news, new news
Like all of these activates part of you that don't mo, move
You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue
Who
sorry self over booth number 2 for the crack pipe
Yeah, alright. I got your crack pipe right here baby
Whoa, Louis Vuitton never made a sweatsuit
But
Prince, James Brown
Logic be walkin' out on stage in a white blouse
With two tigers next to him and dolphins behind him
Overnight, we ain't make it
Oh my god, are y'all twins
Shark up out the water, I just left from by the bay
I just fucked your main hoe, got her wetter than a tank
Feel like
dick
Be blowin up it get so neat
Don't settle for less
These hoes gon try to impress
That's why I break em off
Then go buy a new pair of Guess
I hit that
dick
Be blowin up it get so neat
Don't settle for less
These hoes gon try to impress
That's why I break em off
Then go buy a new pair of Guess
I hit that
country ass
Leave a laugh for the past
Narrow eyes for the rest
Sleepin' good these days 'cause I made my bed
Where I lay my head there's
Plenty paper
Verner
My wheels spin slow
Runnin' with the hatchet is the only way to go
Some girlies by the Carnival was lookin' for a ride
We tried to pick 'em up
lines of Dixie
These are the back roads that made me
We fly by night, we're always down to fight
You know we're bound to get a little wild tonight
No way
worth it when you're searchin' for a purpose
I came up out the furnace belt 'n' boots made of serpents
From the west side
Where the cowboys roam
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
Don't settle for less
These don't try to impress
That's why I break em off
That new pair of Guess
I hit that Sterling
That Mervyn
Them hoes they
get my paper I'm gone, same song
I drive for your ?
Man you must have made a wrong turn, dead wrong
I gotta hold on
'Cause niggaz in these streets
shelf
Oh, darling baby
stop your crying
these boots are made for flying
and that's what I'll do
I'll fly away from you!
My heart beats by the tick
now
Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down
Fire
that hungry anyhow.
These are just a few of the things for which payment is long overdue...
The person that I owe 'em to worked very, very cheap...
he reach, I'ma teach
He got shot faster
Slammed a pussy nigga on a
Boat for a Yachtmaster
Blew him out his boots
Then we came for his socks after
Bitch
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