Lyrics:
was smoking OG
Moved onto biscotti
Ring around the Rosie
I don't think you got me
Tinted like black liquorice, I can't be seen
I was being low-key in
Please just get up out my way, I got a place I gotta be
I gotta get up on my feet, I wanna get that Uber free
I be savoring the beats, don’t think I need
good man but I ain't lying
I'm just trying to get back to my Carolina, yeah
Give me some beagles barking down in a hole
Running a cotton till soothing
everything that I can to win you back
Want you to hear that I love you
By the look in my eyes, so what you see will destroy the black
We can take it one step
gritting until the pack gone
Got Yae riding with me cause that's my backbone
I'm playing with blocks I tell her leggo get our stack on
Whipping white in this
really get lucky, bitch I get paid
You should really be yoself, why you switch lanes
Put yo horns down bitch, cause it's gangway
No mercy 95 till my fuckin
to change
I'm making peace
With the man that's been in my way
Got the keys to the kingdom
You and I son, gonna fade away
That's good news, I've been down in
on you (Bitch)
I just can’t wait for the tables to turn, policing the hoods, selling dope by the church
Cool with the judge, got a way with my words
Y’all
the limelight
Balajoey fucking know what I'm like
Fuckin oath let's fuckin go it's my time
2010's when I wrote the guidelines
See I've doing this way before
to Californicate
Smoking Doja, fucking bitches 'till you niggas get it straight
Now I got the beat back
Better gimme my flow and my seat back
Got a brand new flow,
of my dead weight
The more the merrier
could I see more to my headspace?
Like jd Salinger?
But that's not in my character
He ain't gett the message till
'Cause my wealth is shorter than a midget on his knees
Now I slang keys
Infest my hood with crack, 'cause I'm the mack
Take a nation of millions
went out and got it
Put my shit out there remain to be modest
Building a enterprise I’m on a mission
NFAR my other commission
Put the keys in then I lit
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
next is black
I'd be the first male on my Dad's side to make 70
I'm half way through right now that'll never be
Enough, cos there's everything I love
a mothafuckin', second line
Been bout it, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme
No limit chain around my neck, so check, and respect
this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line,
Been bout it, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme.
No limit chain around
this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line,
Been bout it, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme.
No limit chain around
'cause I'm way to high yeah
This time I
Picked up my keys put the car in drive
This time I
Ain't gonna wait up just to hear your lies, no
This time I
Yeah
connect the dots and rise up
I said dont fucking stop
Cant stop me now
Im on my earth cloud
Smoking on the best loud
Till the speakers blown
Black out
More focused than I ever been
Last shot on me
I'm in it for the win this is not pretend
Middle fingers to those niggas who are not my friend
We
you'll see it'll be easy
Come Together
Don't be ashamed to call on me
If you're downing out
I'll lend my hand
And I'll help in every way I can
now that mix is workiin'
I'mma start, I'm on my way(my one eyeball's smaller)
My ears got blessed by the(killing spree mode activated)
Heavenly
Driving in the hidden hills, get out ya feels boy
Passin by opry mills, inside the 'Ville boy
Milestones get a mill, then get a billion
My hooks all
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