Lyrics:
with me
Like you on a tree
This ain't what you need
Ain't what you gone see
Where you wanna be
Niggas talking shit ugh
We gone smoke em ugh
Smoke em
right Chuck, man
That's what you gotta do
You gotta tell 'em just like that, you know what I'm saying
Cause yo man, let me tell you a little something
you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
Respect, walk
What do you say?
(Camden Lee)
i just hopped up in the beamer, seeing red lights
they been praying that i fall so keep my head high
you got me and i got you, stop
with the get down
Them country boys get down
Them country boys
These niggas fanaggin
They talking no camera flashes
Spike Lee when they speak about that
outta something
You handle your biz, and got it bussin out the mud
I had to spit this on a language u already know
If it ain't got that 808 then you
loving me (By loving me)
By loving me
By loving me oh
By loving me first
I be listening to people when they talking about love
Everybody got something
and pursue it
Slow down, chill out yo that rap was crazy
We go, so hard we do it on the daily
These bars so far, got me feeling hazy
So slow that you can call
(talking)
>Man, I've been thinking
What you've been thinking about man?
>Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven million
Millions I told you
sorry, I'm not in a cotton field
Okay?
You should be
Oh, I should be?
Talking like that
I'm really offended that Councilman Lee would make me appear to be
All these haters
See you later
All that I could do
But you don't even feel me though
I know you know I know you got that power
That power
Oh,
in
What her parents think I do, that's her beatbox friend
Oh fuck it
While I kick this off
Shorty's pumps just trying to kick them off
Saying help me
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
You always said I had that attitude on me
I never trip cause I'm just glad to hear the fact that you know me
We went from friends to something much
Leaving ya broken and beaten
Defeated and battered and torn
You wanted a battle track
Well how about that, cuz I got something to ask
Why do you put on such
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
sees differently
It's your perspective
But I dont' care too much
I'm no detective
I get the bag
I am a collector
Then I teach you something
Call me
you make it
They gonna be talking all that smack
Yeah they hate me
But they love me
Yeah Tell me something different
That I didn't know
*huff*
Got too
know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twisted And you can see by the look of my face
Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it tangle it
little nigga, tell em
How you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member
I had a 10 speed
that you was calling me
You kept a nigga high and made sure that I ate good
Ain't talking strictly food
But anything that you put on a plate good
Still
here's the catch: you
must repay this debt to me by venturing into the infernal Devil's Roar and return my divine silvered cup to me
Uh, why?
I know it
days,
Something keeps me going I'm enjoying every bit of it,
Every little bit of it.
You gotta feel this, Wiley said Tinch you gotta kill this,
People talk, it's just word of mouth
No, it ain't nothing to me
You talking loud 'cause I'm not around
Yeah, that's something to see
Say I'm
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