Lyrics:
niggas turned to a girl
I swear that they bitches
Yeah they got hormones
Whipping a blacked out c250 i put that bitch in sports mode
He say he "19" he say
Sippin syrup, it can help when you traumatized
Richard Mille cost a mil', that's a multi
I got all this shit from growin' up on a hard time
Goyard, gold
hold
Twenty-four/seven in creep mode, nigga you ain't safe
Fuck your girl in the face while your lame ass tuggin her
Now she sex like a porno chick, way
away) baby
(And go into your little hideaway 'cause white lines blow away)
A million magic crystals, painted pure and white
A multi-million dollars
survived summers like saunas
Mastered a corner like Deion in his uniform
Pop hurting assertive, flirted with death
Damn near murdered before my first
away) baby
(And go into your little hideaway 'cause white lines blow away)
A million magic crystals, painted pure and white
A multi-million dollars
Don't push me when I'm in album mode
You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring
Multi national
Billion dollar industry
Built on killing off
Mom and pops
Cutting corners
And saving a dime
Working conditions
A fucking crime
Good head get your rent paid,
Then I cut a corner like a switch blade
Bitch made nigga talking shit about her
Got a red car so I bought a red
Good head get your rent paid,
Then I cut a corner like a switch blade
B**** made n**** talking s*** about her
Got a red car so I bought a red
I'm so Iso never plateau
Hit em with a multi hit combo
Off the top Chris Jericho
Ask yo girl Ima freak show
Explode I got the cheat code
Colder than
it ain't about no money then
It ain't about me nigga
I gotta bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans cause
My Glock won't fit
No one on the corner got
the announcer
Bound to get the crowd
Bouncin'
Yes and it counts and
In this corner representin' the
Best in the west
Died from four bullets
Two in
the announcer
Bound to get the crowd
Bouncin'
Yes and it counts and
In this corner representin' the
Best in the west
Died from four bullets
Two in
The whole set all locked down, making you flock down,
Where I'm at they here my rap,
I be that cat to set trends
Where y'all at
On the corner with your
fills my body
Gradually edging closer to the surface
Vibrating against my skin
Insects and tiny lions
Wake up and run rampant
To every corner
Racing one
shoulder, and said yes would you go?
She said maybe baby, later maybe after my show
She said she wanted to get inside, of the multi vehicle
But it was
painted pure and white
a multi-million dollars
almost over night
twice as sweet as sugar, twice as bitter as salt
and if you get hooked baby
its nobodyelses
It's like I never felt alone in the heart of the city
Big metroplis thousands of people just all around me
Immense variation multi-cultures on show
Now
that the ghetto stopped you from seeing
Bums on the sidewalk, garbage in the streets, abandoned buildings, bricks of concrete
The ladies on the corner
of my songs went multi Platinum
Yeaaaa
DND
Yeaaaa
DND
Put my phone
On airplane mode
Worked a scale
More than a job
That digit stole my soul
I work better
room
Black magic wicked Voodoo
Turn the furnace high run outside
Tonight, tonight your fire
They close to the (?) and the multi (?)
Eternal miss a (?)
Paname (De Paname de Paname)
Mes potos de Montréal, Mes potos de D.C
C'est Raainier au mic tu connais les Bails
IphoneMode heey
Iphone IphoneMode
Iphone
A junkie tourniquet surgeon urging the needle in
A batty senior citizen flashing that awful toothless grin
I saw a corner store merchant rest on a milk
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