Lyrics:
Now we can talk about spaceships and stories of a hollow Earth
How come we're space-less when we're living in an empty world
Let's flip the pancake
Little bit of liquor and some smoke in my chest
You promised the world, I was hoping for less
Guess that I'll be going through the motions again
This is
you sleep at ground o below, wishing you peaceful sleep
where horror on the surface emerges less frequently,
metal bars of ancient Rome dissolved from
the mafia
Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier
Devilman wouldn't even jump over
The train barrier so how can he be a bad man
When he pars with about 25 pricks
If
(Jaguar)
Aim fi mi goal, Pogba
Celebration, Hennessy, ganga
Air craft carrier, we cannot be conquer
Fighter jet, submarine, tanker
Real shot, hanker sink
numbers like a score
Be it the love you want or an accidental whore
Someone's wife someone's girl is the carrier
To a life that's less than merrier
Into
guarenteed
You wanna see me fall, then you got to bury me
I'm in the lead, all these rappers is lunch to me
In other words, ya'll can't fuck with me
Run with
Tried to lead niggas, but they ain't listenin'
These hoes keep pressin' me
You cannot hate, if you less than me
Thick bitch, and she caressin' me
I
I wish
I wish we knew to value money quick
I wish
We gambled stashing all our chips
I wish
I wish that life wasn't such a bitch
Like if I tried
You say you know what's best for me
All these lies you got an issue of respecting me
Traumatized you could never think no less of me
Do or die
Who done took mo L's then me
Prolly lead the league
Aimed for the top but the shot wouldn't pop
But I'm still what you need to be
Who done took mo
run it by the boy like the ball getting tucked
Look, I don't do two's (Nah)
I don't do dubs less you talking win or lose (No no no, no, no)
If all
Like something gotta give
More than advice to these kids
How to live
Stocks and investments asset a crib
How to mange money carriers
And open businesses
Chip on my shoulder
Eating chips in church
With that nicotine odor that's still stuck in my shirt
Liquor on my breath
Fools gold around my neck
They
really walking round with 8 racks
Marathon OG R.I.P. a king, forever following his lead blues busting out of my jeans smoking racetrack
I don't hide my
Yeah i'm coming to you as a friend
Nothing more, nothing less
It gets deep
I mean deeper than six feet when
I speak on this situation
They think
the bar
We ain't eating guess I'm petty
Grinding for the guap we never stopping for the fetty
All my chips is on my shoulders they don't come with confetti
fire some
Bwoii affi, yeah, eh
Watch di style, big spliff, fully chip, yuh know mi rich
Pass di brick mek mi fling it pon di pretty likkle bitch
door
With some hot ones and toe
And ready to hit 'em with nothin' less than four
Nigga let me go, I'm 'bout to pop this bitch
You know you know
incredibly foul
Watching for paint chips, don't want no lead in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be like
again 'less you're
Ready for the pain
Chip, better slap up, when you
See me in the box, believe it's Balmain
Mags on mags on mags, I
Don’t have to push,
streams field and stream
My migo move bricks like he's in construction
Trying to get chips like the taqueria
Walking off the helicopter it's the fort laudi
off
Uhh, cause in this world I'm dead off, squeeze lead off
Benz sped off, ain't no shook hands in Brook-land
Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies
the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
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