Lyrics:
keep a fifth on the belt
Pulling out the needles with the liable
Make shine sit on the shelf
Cause I ain't light on the body
Fuck waiting in your
right the first time I won't repeat this rhyme
If you think that you can burn me with your amateur ways
Keep in mind that I been out there from back in
my eyes and see a psychedelic maze
I can barely remember who I am or how to speak
Gotta love when your marijuana trip starts to peak!
Weed's intense,
at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down,
at the kid
What I do, duck!
Rae up in the shower singing
Son don't know that it's real
Coming looking like he about peel something
In a tight jam, red down,
slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes
We had our eyes closed God, we should have
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I saw your eyes your eyes fall
You didn't wanna cry
So you kept your eyes closed
I could be great i'm on my way
If I
my gun, son run that
Pop mega shit, I pop mega clips
Fuck a system, I keep the heat where your Sega sit
Then I bang the controller 'til the game say,
(Ha-ha)
And he said Travis Scott's stole A$AP Rocky style
My niggas like, "Keep goin'," they want more (Okay)
Travis Scott a coon like his brother in law
Let us begin, what, where, why or when
Will all be explained like instructions to a game
See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
When I
(Jeramie Scott) Invest in my stock and my savings
I keep me a band in my hands if it's rainy
Get paid from my craft then get back to the basics
I
this
Cain and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Caesar and Brutus, I see intruders avert your eyes
I told you keep out of the hood, circumcise
How could you
Put the headphones on your kid like Castor Troy's son
Darts'll damage ya dogs, where the U-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my balls
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
Sneak (dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower
Boundless
Performer：Chinky Eyes / Derek Chan / JBO / Kemikal Kris / Wesley Jamison
Composer ：Jaxis / KENI
Lyricist ：Chinly Eyes / Derek Chan / JBO
learned how
Look deeper in them sexy brown eyes
Similar to the sunrise
I'm tryna watch the sunrise with you
Raise a son right but not right now
I could be
do it in style,
Or take your ass on back down to 8 mile,
Now my life is flashin before my eyes,
And the bullets is flyin across the skies,
They got my
shit, " he says
"you got to look at it from my point of view
I always wanted to say this
To the judge: ‘Think about
Your son if your son grew
Up in
start this rhyme again
How many words can I find that rhyme
And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time
Not many but I have plenty
Scott
girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Copped them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
With fine brown eyes (OK, OK)
I'm the son of Cash Money, the father
girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Copped them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
With fine brown eyes (OK, OK)
I'm the son of Cash Money, the father
Pretty Brown your a song that I can't keep from singing
Pretty Brown as you move, you don't know that you're winning
And your eyes say you're lost
to everything that you thought was missing
Listen, you got to keep your mind, body and soul in check
In this land of no respect, where it's all about the cheque
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