Lyrics:
She like them foreign whips
And foreign shit
She like my foreign bih
Quick lil come up like a storage flip
I copped a foreign zip
She like this some
just different when it's a self-made story
And I know I got more to prove
I wasn't born to lose
I can't do mediocre
Gotta be G.O.A.T approved
I
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
on the bike rack
My first day in junior high, this kid said
"Just you and I, three o'clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one
I'm likin' the way you do-o-o-o
What you do-o-o-o to me
I, I don't wanna lose control
Control, control, control
But then again, I think I wanna lose
the fungal pupils
Money control is mind control
And it shows cause most don't got noodles
Alright Alright Alright I'll stop it right there
Can't say too much
and attract ya
blow off track come back and smack ya
loaded lyrics stronger than a game of tug-o-war
Dream Warriors are built right cause I got a megabyte
watching over me I know that she'll be proud
I cant save none these hoes out of storage iCloud
Take a second look, diamonds make you raise yo eyebrows
And,
off that Za, bitch, you cannot control us
Saw that junkie bitch, lookin at her Motorola
Finna play that bitch like Xbox, I need me a controlla
Ain't no
Ebony enby's ammo storage is camel-core
Willingly travel with big packs to see Dani more
I strum across the Sargasso Sea, Portugal. The Man-o
bodies sticky slims on cavity
Struggling to make it through going down with gravity
I'm standing o'nna warship perfecting my orality
When the sky came down
spriralin', here I go
I'm out of control like no other mic go
Stab you to 'til the knife goes dull
I'm nothin' but a hole inside your skull where your eye
And this got me feeling like i'm somewhere up in the clouds
I ain't talking storage on ur device n shit
I'm talking real clouds
Original, its not mad
at the facts, I dare you to read
Statistical data concerning o.d.'s
Why are the junkies decreasing in age
Out of the cradle and into the grave
These are the kids
taken over had me faded so i floored it
Pain in ma veins and it's livin' like it's storage
(Natedady)
What's the truth?
After a situation hits
'Cause I'm 'bout it 'bout it
Like a f- echo (echo)
(Psych) Psycho on a cyclone cycle, spriralin', here I go
I'm out of control like no other mic go
gonna blow up, control the cadence
Prada my denim, my knees, I need to Prada the pavement
I cannot ever be tamed, keep energy in the storage
Gotta put all
my control Lord
You got my control
you got my control Lord
You got my control,
you got my control Lord
I'll be making move everyday
O Lord you
a way a way
Gi mi dat gi mi dat
Gi mi hol o control
Wi a gwon a way a way
Gi mi dat gi mi control control
I'll be over there in a minute
Wait pon it gyal
Why do I tolerate it?
I need control
I should operate it
As I want
Why do I tolerate it?
I need control
I should operate it
As I want
It's a failure
ooh
And either way, we gettin' paid, ooh, Yeah, I'm in it for the tech
I'm in it for a thousand X, Cause they control the world with debt
It's like they
I had to wait for it, wait for it
I developed in the rain forest without an umbrella, in the rain for it
When I ran out of space, I made storage
a lone breath control A LONE
Breath control breath control breath control stylee
Breath control a-lone..
It's KRS-One, yes the t'cha
I wear
control Blood I start when the bud's chard bars are
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