Lyrics:
accuracy, abracadabra it's magically
Finessing with accuracy, abracadabra it's magically
Finessing the plug with accuracy, now he after me
Got 100 Ps in
Cherish this moment
Feel inside
We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines
Feed you
Accuracy
Accuracy
Look into my
We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines
Feed you
Accuracy
Accuracy
Look into my eyes
We both smile
I could
I am not here to live my life on that 9 to 5 bullshit
Money getting thick a nigga outchea living boujee
Shooting all my shots with accuracy like
like autumn
Look how my accuracy got em
Im not gone slip
Everybody know my name
Im not gone slip like autumn
Look how my accuracy got
Em
Got em got
these racks up rapidly
I'm like KD with the accuracy
Gotta rich bitch wanna tackle me
Throw me on the bed and straddle me
Hit her real good now she after
(Pah Pah)
(Pah)
Don't discredit my talent
Hidden flames go increase the famine
Accuracy on point that nigga a squid
We still break his joint
We
that the new start
Stop keeping us apart
Knowledge wisdom and smarts
Accuracy like a dart
With a clip bang and a whip pang en garde
You're gonna get
accuracy is not the same)
It pierces through
(My body is breaking a sweat)
(You look right through my silhouette)
It pierces through
(My blood, my tears, my
Ridiculous with the accuracy and I am unfair with the aim
So when you see me rocking with legends
Understand that, we ain't the same
I done blessed tracks
twice you better start acting accordingly
My left is shit but trust my right got accuracy
Accura accura accuracy
If I hop on the beat time to pop off
Standing at accuracy's demise
We have reached the new world wasteland
Population converted one by one, thousands upon thousands
Like scavengers
percent accuracy
So I read Billy's tealeaves
And I told him things looked bleak
I said "You will be dead by the end of the week"
But Billy was a cynic
Cut that shit up Quay
I got accuracy when I shoot that stick (that stick)
It ain't gon' jam, I ain't gon' stop, it ain't gon' miss (ain't gon'
need big bucks, ayy
Ten for a show, need to pint and two cups
Watch what you say to me
Why you wanna play with me?
Ain't gotta aim, got accuracy
I been
can't rehearse (nah)
My pocket used to hurt, now I get racks to spit a verse (blrrrd, blrrrd)
God blessed me with some accuracy on the day I was birthed
Never were known for your accuracy
You're never quite sure, the aim
You never know how they'll get to abuse
Your certainty of waste
You never know
spell money without me
Balling in my own league and I'm cashing out from three
Yeah I don't miss from deep got that pin-point accuracy
Pin-point accuracy
On the edge
Living off my gut
Decisions don't come easy
The world ain't clear cut
Practice creates accuracy
Don't take the shortcuts
Patience's
charge
Never been sentenced
But my sentence is still fuck the judge
I been in the ends
I been on the strip
Frontline with the accuracy
I'm a defend my
Encore
Encore
Encore
They yellin' out encore
Yeah
Yeah
Encore
They yellin' encore they clap for me
They gon' shoot got accuracy
Make a move get back
on the other side posted with the villains
They shot with accuracy but still fall
Me an the boys well show y'all how to ball
Load it with 30 and send him to Mars
Advanced with my accuracy, never proficient
Designer belt just to hold up my britches
Been running from love i'm allergic to simping
Make easy money
Right foot follow after left, march
Maintaining accuracy with my steps, march
Combat shoes no rest, march
Lately I been steppin' on they necks, march
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