Lyrics:
inspected, no viruses detected
I beta tested every operating system
Gave props to some, and others? I dissed 'em
While your computer's crashin', mine's
inspected, no viruses detected
I beta tested every operating system
Gave props to some, and others? I dissed 'em
While your computer's crashin', mine's
time
Is worth it, if the fiscals come certain, I swear I'ma use them
To better those around me, alleviate burden
I picture my eulogy when I hit
I'm not trusting anybody
I don't trust the system, no
I don't trust the government
Everybody's jaws drop, oh
They keep us safe or do they now
Or do
high tech finely tuned computer age
CHORUS:
But we've got no system
No system for love
We've got no system
No system for love
There's this vast
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
the den with a picture
On my dad's computer, he had found it in a search
It was a picture of my dad's dick, dad had sent it to a family friend
One of my
I guess I'm pretty rich
If I've got all this
Clothes on my back
A pair of shoes that fit
A mic, a computer, and a TV
With Dish
I guess I'm really
Still got the pictures on my computer
She been round the city like a Uber
Money keep getting longer than a ruler
I ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause my
universe
Behind your computer
What do you picture when you read my
Words and thoughts and dreams?
Do they all come alive and breathe?
It's no wonder
This is
recognition big brother took his favourite pictures
Talk cheese and smile for the cameras
The dark forms beasts illuminated canisters
No release once defiled we
Careful what you doing nigga
The chopper gotta cooling system
It's not about the bitches or the ass
I'm pirate cuz I'm all about the booty nigga
Be
lady
I got 100 racks on me now
No computer but I got a MAC on me now
And I'm a shooter and I
Really clap homie now
And fuck the jail 'cause my
Nigga Ross
to get by
We commute to computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to consumers
Just to get by just to get by
to get by
We commute to computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to consumers
Just to get by just to get by
'em
Break down every system but still be growin'
So sick that they might need some Ibuprofen
Off the deep end
Bars with the depths of oceans
Sub-zero
carryin' out the slaughter
Picture your daughter on State's for a quarter
My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam
Got caught with napalm
with backpacks move
Like they try to act like they don't hear it
System bust, I don't rap freestyle no more
Stopped smokin' angel dust
I bring drama
computers
Talking about how your man draws
This nigga remind me of Luther
I'm just a little bipolar and my
System is hunting on solar
And I'm spitting like
Once upon a time, I had a strange dream
Eyes glued to the screen, picture the scene
As I type in the question and wait for the inception
So
That's why it's the get money fast game
Got to sell to get your bills paid
Get caught then you're in the system
Think you're good but you still haven't won
but she sprung a leak
College was fun but my sex life sucked
I studied computers, now I'm makin big bucks
It was there that the love of my life and I
I be outer space seeing stars
See the moon
I be outer fuckin’ space
Off the dope
Off the shrooms
I be outer fuckin’ space
Viewing pictures that I
Uh huh, yea come on'
So maja music n*gga
...Pain in my heart,hope in my eyes
I know when the storm clears I picture lavender skies
My riches
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