Lyrics:
Say what you want you can't get on my wave
They try to get that I'm already paid
Play if you want just don't get in my way
Where them big bills
nobody unless they're OG's
Cause that ain't the way of an OG
So I G-O collect more G's, every dollar
Never changed though, I'm just the new version
goes down
If you don't like cash, coin, dollars, bills, step away from my town
I'm a mastermind at getting money man you know I want all of the dough
I
clcoholic chiefin thinkin if I lose it all Ima Rob.. Gloc 23, a whole lotta Problems, in da Booth You get the True Me Im like Two Three with The Flu...
hundred dollar bills
Turning through the hills with the brights on
Shorty want the pipe with the lights on
Told her that we'd vibe if she ride to my fight
go smoke this joint
If you want me to be completely
Honest with you" And he's
Like, "I'm coming with you" And apparently
We're still riding that same
should I try to sound like ya'll sound
That's what's wrong with the rap game right now
Man, it's like a circus wit a bunch of clowns
Wit a bunch
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
get money instead (Joyner)
Word to my folks, we used to be close, so now I'm just stuck in my head (yeah)
I wanted a rose, but I like to ghost if I'm
forgot about what was right,
and I learned what was very bad.
But now I am the princess of the island,
and they make me feel very glad.
If you're cracking
me what you want; you can call Dr. green thumb
Put the blunt down if I'm wrong well homie then I'm stoned
That's what happens when you hit
looking for? (Mid) Yeah. (Clerk) Are you over the age of 18? (Mid) What the fuck? Over the age of 18? You gotta be fucking kidding me (Clerk) Im sorry, You
Meth on deck man, on deck
For e'rything routine right here
Routine, Gambino, that's that shit
Y'all thought it was over,
Yeah, yo
I'm in
but then it's not what I thought it would be?
So what if I stay, settle down, appreciate what I have right now?
Will these phantom pains of plans thrown
A S A P, F E R G
Big Tigger, I'm jigga, and you know me, D
(ay)
Lamborghini dreams, bitch I mean what I say
Do it for a purpose, you just her by mistake
Put
'cause I don't have to (what?)
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you (what else?)
It's too real out
But I'm a take it step by step
Just do your do your best
Put your own will to the test
Go to Jesus for that rest
Guaranteed that He gonna bless
They
They laughed in my face today
Don't know if I can face today
You let me down again aight Okay
You think I'm gonna go off I just may
And then I just
I'll hand it to him, he's good at what he does.
He tells me I'm worthless... all the time... maybe he's right, I don't know...
How would I know,
Not by are own will
Did it on are own still
We took some advice but only so that we could make it to the top hill yeah
Before you make an assumption
please say my peace?
If y'all fresh to death then I'm deceased
And this one here is a heat rock
Spit like a beatbox the way the beat rocks
New version
You know sometimes you gotta be the worst version of yourself
To see what you're doing wrong and sometimes the truth might
Stink because it provides
When you die what you own on
Earth won't be coming with you
So all that fat shit you've got
I ain't trippin that ain't an issue
If you've got vibes,
Cursing me like ham cuz I'm original when you're like the King James version
You need a surgeon to put you back together
When your parts is missin like
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