Lyrics:
face
I'd give all that I got
To make you go away
Cause you're the
Monster
Living underneath my bed
You're the
Reason
I've got these
Doubts inside my head
on a track
Well that's never gonna happen
Dude I got bars
Well I doubt it when I spit em you can't catch it
How do you expect that you could actually match it
out that gas hidden underneath the cushion
I’m talking couches, ounces, by the fountain
On James all night man, it’s going down
We got work working
Ush
with
Why should I open up on somebody elses carelessness,
There goes the top, nigga, so here it is
Mama workin' all day, Daddy out in the streets
waiting to make it
Taking its time but we soon gonna prosper
Tryna throw shade on my name don't bother
Real blind to the hate no wonder
I'm an all star
like an insomniac (Yeah)
I got it all out them trenches where them zombies at (Yeah)
Won’t be a problem going back to where I’m comfy at (Wooo chea)
head all out
Delusion came around, was out here waiting for a second bout
By the skin on my teeth, and the plaque that stays lying underneath
I found
chest got me caged in
My face slowly makes it way to ground
And all I think about is people that I love and how to save them
For myself there ain't no
I’ve always been
They been asking for it time to finish what I started then
All my brothers talented
All my sisters gifted I’m surrounded by mentalities
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
bout to add up
Put it all together that's a 7
That mean God love
No such thing as bad luck
Only Good Things Can Happen
That's a fact yea
Lonely nights
In
all natural homeopathic
With these flames I'm like David Blaine homie it's magic
I saw you in half with a paragraph written
By a beast off his leash out
That's good
"But oh, the world, it held me down
It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown"
No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings
No one gets
Doubters Gon Doubt
Doubters Gon Doubt Yeah
They chasing the clout
I'm not running their route
That's not what it's about
So please quiet your mouth
would say it on the internet
In person you the homie
I already know these stories
All guts no glory give a fuck about a hater
'cause I made my own trophy
shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're coolin' on a corner with your fly bitch (biatch)
Laid back in the shack, play this track
definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with
to explain my actions
From my reactions to fact or fiction
My religion is no disc, kid
Can't put it on a CD-Rom
I won't read a story made before Vietnam
Lennon
them all
To have a horny vato like me going to the mall
For your number and your name, ain't gotta diss
And if it's all good I'll take your number
a shooting star you could shine so bright
If you didn't have all this self doubt
Just tell me what you on and what you about
I know I don't know it all
all a the Jags around me
And I ain't goin' no where, that nigga stuck wit' me
And make you and my people happy, man it's up to me
[Hook]
I know
them, I know I'm made without a doubt
It's primetime, why would I come with no rhymes?
It's primetime, up the catalog in no time
It took a second to do
them, I know I'm made without a doubt
It's primetime, why would I come with no rhymes?
It's primetime, up the catalog in no time
It took a second to do
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