Lyrics:
Wilson nigga
Only Spaulding
My homies calling
They said they tryna match
So nigga don’t be stalling
Just give me my shit so I can go
Can’t keep up when
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
Swear to god,
People always wanna see you fall,
Just cause they know you could have it all,
Jealous cause they never got the call, to be great,
Swear
(Heaven-sent)
And it tastes so good, wanna eat again (be my friend)
I'll make you beg and surrender (surrender)
I'll make you cum 'til November (November)
I'm
This is just a me-thing, I don't wanna be king
Black and yellow culture like I'm sippin on a bee sting
Talking all about how I ain't even twenty yet
friends, but used to be, and "used to be" used up plenty
Since grade school hooping up at LP Wilson
Turn to teenagers, talk up the tellys
Marriotts
to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause
to figure what the los angle is like a Laker
So I can be on beaches with my niggas in Jamaica
I say 'baby get low', You just getting by
They hating cause
of 60th, and on to 5th
Stood in front of Nix and sold 200 nicks
Drop it on the hood, by some scandalous crips
Bought my first Cutlass, eyes on my tip
30
And they play not, temperatures stay hot
And don't nobody be relaxin' when on they block
Like it a yay spot, never let that pay stop
Unless you wanna be
Or the need to be fed by mum
Need a new phone
One here one for home
That's last week need this week
What you mean it costs money
Go seek that's capitalism
I ain't finna tell y'all how I got away with this shit
Let's go
My mama gin' love this shit
Take off
Money, I'ma get it by any means
Gotta wake up
on my pedestal,
Can't knock me down
By default, it's my temperament
Not tampering with God's pace
But God please, I been on my Chinese - hard labour
No
all be open
Like uh yeah
So defensive
Hold ya lenses up
Get ya focus in it
When I blap blap blap get my shoulder in it
Owen Wilson
swing get ya nose
done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country.
I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this
to wake up shawty and figure out
That you’ve been the one that’s sliming in the streets
(Written & Produced by: Daniel Wilson)
ran the first verse. You? Couldn't even Scratch me
If 'ya wanna be like Persian, then 'ya gotta act classy
Try 'ta attack me and I'll counter it like
Welcome to the casino.
It's the final boss.
EA I told I was fucking merking yo shit.
So this should be easy,
'Cus on criticisms they got a whole
To dance out in the deep end
Hoping to swim
Relying on false confidence
I don't wanna let you go
Anywhere with anyone
Everything is broken now
It's
down!
What do you deserve from me? N-O-T-H-I-N-G
Why do you always have to be so C-R-Y-P-T-I-C
Save the calls for my kitty, C-H-A-R-L-I-E
Wish you
like it's a candle
She watchin' me like a channel (yeah)
She wanna be down now (yeah)
Want some of these rounds now (yeah)
And I can't lie (lie)
She
fire I be like a lighter I'ma light a spliff and I be getting higher
Got the flames call me ghost rider i'ma ride by yah too fast like a tie fighter
chillin
Said she wanna ride But she can’t ride unless we drillin
And if she got a big ol ass I swear to god I gotta feel it
Speeding thru the city They be
makes money like Spike Lee (ha)
You either wanna be me or be just like me (hey)
I'm nasty, nice-ty, no sheisty
Ah, so cold I'm icy, hah (uh), so
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