Lyrics:
Sleeping, slumber
Got your nigga's number
You little pricks, man'll put you niggas under
Yeah I was a blick little nigga, wah da bumba?
Drop man, sick
cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin'
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch
And it goes hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Man, Febz is coming out for more
And it goes hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Man, Febz is
Every move I make Certain
When I'm silent I'm Workin
Thinking 7 steps ahead like it's chess
Working 7 days a week never rest
I don't think I hit my
darkness steal my shine
But they're never catch my light like
I'ma catch a bag
And tat my face the same day
And All I'm really asking for is a single chain
advance cause I know we so rude
Its a product of the money, man the world is so cruel
But we got it now, been waiting for this moment
You thought you seen
bills running up now
But I just wanna be a rap star
I just wanna be a rap star, since I was little smoking weed in the back yard
Man, I miss them days
by people but alienated
Isolation ain't good for the soul
In long doses, but I don't wanna show
How I really feel, so I act the reel
Conceal all
and then depart the gaf to spray
Oh Britannia
Run for the prize
Like I run for my goals
The stamina
Tell dem man that they’re not
Close to my calibre
Don’t
rap beats
So where do i go from here i close my eyes wishing one day i would just disappear but what about her man that isn’t fair — as you grow up
[Talking]
Say L, hold these keys man
What kind of wheels is those brah
(man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos)
Man, I ain't never seen shining
their hardly working, I fuck night and day. Them man are still jerkin. I’m sex rich, Poor. No
I’m a herb hore. In hale, blow
Dam!
I’m bunning like its
Queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rolling up green
Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine
shit was tragic
Got the memories in my head yeah that shit hella graphic
I saw him laying in the street for the air he was gasping
At the end of the day
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né
See that guy all dressed in green? I-KO, I-KO,
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né
See that guy all dressed in green? I-KO, I-KO,
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né
See that guy all dressed in green? I-KO, I-KO,
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-né, jock-a-mo fee na-né
See that guy all dressed in green? I-KO, I-KO,
Then I can be with a girl, named Sophie
Walked along the beach by self til dawn
Askin myself what the hell goes on
She's so thorough
But she got a man
that's my risk
If I ever wanna back down I look at my wrist
NO FEAR be the code LABELESS be the motto
If you ever see me working man I'm going full
Only one thing is true
I will be champion one day
I promise, I promise
Woah, yeah, ye
Man ah been hustling from way bakk
I'm talking way bakk
I gotta
you
These bullets might fly through
I'ma get your mans oh they goin' right by you
Man I'm not tied to
Not reppin' flags, neither crippin' or pyru
Get
night shit
Working on the night shift
Ya'll ain't nothing like this
Noonemusic
I don't really care what your name is
I just hope you know who the main is
Luck bitch
Back from the A
Don’t get to excited
Told my new bitch
Suck me dry when I
Land shit
Grab her by the scalp
Then I drop it
In her
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