Lyrics:
ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls
it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure god, what, flow on the track
pray for me, I don't know nothin' else (hey!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets
need-a stop it ooh (Stop)
Run to the money no track meet (Track)
Nun of these people attract me (Nah)
We blowing up and thats facts b (What?)
We got this
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
Okay, New York, New York
Skepta, Jme (Boy Better Know)
This is grime scene
Hold tight my mum still, big up mum
Yeah, listen
I want a 100% not fifty
for me, I don't know nothin' else (AYE!)
Why should I help you, when you ain't tryin' to help yourself
I came in this game, fresh out the streets
I'm out here maturing (Listen to your heart)
Fuck it, let another year go by
cnd by this time my songs are blowing up, I'm out all the time
Then one
seven zero days
To hear rumblings about this dude
First time y'all were together heard through a Venmo request
Trace the steps, figured out It'd been
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
it as a sign on how
Im living my life
Who can I trust
I put my faith in the lord
My soul is protected by
The shield and the sword
This right here my
up
Screamin' out I ain't gon' never die
Mob niggas, cause drama, till it's hot, get shot, see the dot
Same day back on the block, set up shop
Hat
These niggas don't beez in the trap
They like bees in this track
Just smoked out
I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
Get choked out fo'rilly
The truth is that I'm a rookie playing hooky
Just to be writing some lines
I know I'll grow up in time
But this ain't even my prime
Whenever I flow it, man I
how the game came to me, boy
I see the shit for what it is, I see the snakes and the ploys
Never slipping, I'm heavy gripping a packet of this
They want
niggas pop flied
Then ain't no point of you telling me no
I cannot relate, this is my record I'm setting it straight
Don't need a friendship man fuck all
raps
Hop on the jet another run way, I don't know what place we at
Lay these tracks, always running shit, I don't know what race we at
Always looking
Cruisin around in this 1 horse town
Saw her walk by so I flipped it around
I yelled out the window wanna go for a ride
She shouted back Nice try
ain't a thing I want s**t you never seen
I want s**t you never seen n***a
Boy we ballin till we fall told my dawg I need it all yea
Know that money in
better be
But it's leaves in the fall
Cause he's the only one that doesn't leave when I fall
And believes in it all, and of the few that can see we ain't
banged
My heart it ain’t drown it just sank
We just grew up poor so we chased that bank But it’s just problems in this life I can’t clear out my mind
So I
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
that clown shit Unless you want an ass whoopin from IT
Ay you talk like we the same
Boy I ain’t Nothin’ Like You
Ohh no no, oh no I’m not
So don’t
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