Lyrics:
catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you
catch you in traffic
20-round clip, curved magazine
And you could leave the Earth over small, little things
John Gotti hit the cake, go bada bing
And you
Everybody fine
You got nothing to mind
But when ain't nobody by your side
Ain't no cameras for the blogs
No recordings on the mic
You can see it on your back
that he's still the best
Fuck it lets have a feast, Go ahead murder the chief
These niggaz rappin' back and forth don't know what beef is
Until they
in Buckhead
I drive a BMW
I was breaking hearts
And taking names and numbers just for fun
Stealing kisses wishing I was twenty one
Well Thursdays came
back [01.04.20-1.06.14]
People been capping - When last you did it like me? [01.06.20-1.08.22]
Eating on L’s like they free, bitch I cop wins in my sleep
back [01.04.20-1.06.14]
People been capping - When last you did it like me? [01.06.20-1.08.22]
Eating on L’s like they free, bitch I cop wins in my sleep
bigger than Beyoncé and Kanye
You niggas weak I’m talking Sunday to Sunday
Back in Atlanta I just hopped off the runway
Link up with JID then mediate
Mitch[01:19.04]Told me as a git[01:20.28]You a joke if you broke I ain't with the funny shit[01:22.80]You know how I'm coming bitch[01:24.49]Laid back gettin
by the time I got back
Had a couple fresh twenties burnin' holes in my pockets
I threw em in the closet in an old shoebox
It didn't have much in
intentions already taking yo place
Keep my head up and stand tall
If I stumble, then I'll fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
I'm
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it is
He stood at the pulpit for 20 something years
Never let a Sunday sermon pass him by
But in a hotel room in Lincoln, he failed to follow his own
curb your rage
Iu0027ll start a new religion, no church Sundays
Donu0027t worry about money, no person pays
Unless you got it like that, no personal gain
dreamed that they died
Unresolved traumas way deep inside, internal bleeding still taking lives
Try and explain away the traumas, mentality cut by a knife
First skipped message sent Sunday July Thirty-first at Three-Twenty PM
Wuddup homie
Hey give me a call back when you get this, man I need a little
back like a Sunday drive
Mic check, one, two, taking me to heaven
Turn it up to eleven
Got your country from your hometown
Hip hop from your
the dark by taking the white to the nose
Poker face and now she'll continue in with the show
Scrutinize for freeing the truth about the system
All she
tortured by symbolic dreams
They place a hand upon his heart while claiming total sympathy
And dug in deeper to his mind performing soul surgery
They almost
I am a creature
I am a creature
I am a creature
I am a creature
Wooh
Yeah
Forget about last December
I've come back to set the record
Straight
be different[00:16.53]On foenem like, I ain't tryna copy nobody[00:19.27]Like, none of y'all know what I'm doin' here[00:20.79]But, ayy, I'm finna
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
and 20's
By the 30, 40 ounce
cnd I pray up for a nigga
For G hits him in his mouth
cn they ask how much I smoke
By the day or that by the ounce
cnd I'm
full of drugs and shit
My niggas on some other cleanse
Sunday binge, Monday
Then another 6 days back to Sunday when it's done again
And the pants
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