Lyrics:
Orchestrate the blitz
When we was kids, I thought that corner'll make me rich
It's forfeit 'til I'm torched 'cause that mean more to me than this bitch
Give
Yo... ToShay man... remember me... you won't forget me... I ain't the same...
It's the Art of Destruction
The constant consumption
Fuck seduction
Yo... ToShay man... remember me... you won't forget me... I ain't the same...
It's the Art of Destruction
The constant consumption
***** seduction
UH
Bitch is hot as hell
Bitch is hot as hell
Shawty got a man
Don't kiss and tell
Real nigga swag
Ya'll niggas frail
IG DMs got hella mail
Aye aye
got me Smiling on a rainy day
Wasn't really always like this (No) kudos to the ones who never raised no
Whoah
Yea they got something goin on
And it
thinking, like
Why I don't get my mail like, you don't get your mail forwarded when you're poor
Let me explain to you, right
I lived in this building for
Stand by me my brothers help me sing a song say
Art and life, art and life, art and life
Cah this is my, art and life, art and life
Art and life, art
Excuse me?
Cause you know it’s like…
Junk mail… every day…
Junk mail… whatchu say?
Junk mail… not today
Junk mail… please don’t play
Junk mail… on it’s way
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Bitch don't fuck with me
I know a gang of niggas that will shoot it up with me
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
It's
niggas hoping I fail
Ain't no going to jail
Big bills in my pocket
I just got some more in the mail
And it's a whole lot of fake niggas
Walking round
braille
Basquiat Boy, got me feeling like Jean-Michel
Got art for sale
Pack in the mail
Serving feigns
Got what you need
Fresh off the scale
They hear me
to give a shit about me
Zombie gang all y'all niggas pace is
On some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the same
So forever am I living staying out
Slangin' yayo (slangin' what?) to get my mail (to get)
Been a hustler since birth, mama sellin' dinners for the church
Red-handed, caught me stealin'
I stacks my mail, uh
All these niggas wanna see me fail, uh
That’s just the intro
As I sit back and rock this instrumental, uh
After the fire comes
at this motel
A gang a bitches there
Some more on my voice mail
Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths
My homey K-1 rollin blunts
on the filthy
Floor full of blood
God sure is some exemplary sadistic bastard
Thou art I
Killers who become forsaken
Are a waste of space and
All the victims
from the V to the H-I Double
I'm tryin to get this party tonight at this motel
A gang a bitches there
Some more on my voice mail
Bathtub full
at this motel
A gang a bitches there
Some more on my voice mail
Bathtub full of the ice and the fifths
My homey K-1 rollin blunts
even though I put you through hell
I been crying out for help so I hope you get my air mail yea
If you hear this some day I would just like to say
No
We all go through some shit, with a story to tell
Some waiting on a check, while others getting mail
It's all just a test, will you pass or fail
Life
old sucker-butt nigga trust the mail man
Now his ass is trash like a garbage can
Caught up in some shit with the mailman
(Boom-boom!) now they gloom
My
the type of niggas that'll let a nigga know
When the drought about to hit, my ?peach and jelly?
Get a 40 and mask it, post it on God
Because me got me
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Bitch don't fuck with me
I know a gang of niggas that will shoot it up with me
I need mo' mail than the rest of the pushers
It's
just text me, after we don’t speak a week
Art baby go play, and i can’t explain
Baby so cool and i am ready to play
Art baby just text, i know she want
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