Lyrics:
(Beep)
Talking bout fallin' and gettin' up (Ay)
My pockets they doing sit-ups (Sit-ups)
I be right back, got a pick-up (Poof)
They say it's cheaper
saturday
What a tragedy flowers for the family
Powder in my nap sack
Running through the projects
Tryna get a stack back
I got my SK bout to get my MAC back
he gon feel it in his solarplexis.
Make her cumm then i scream out yasss bitch.
The nigga harden, feel it in my left wrist (splash)
Inna game before
respected him
for doing what he did and gettin' free
Oh, whatever makes him happy,
I won't stand in the way
Though the bitter taste still lingers on
from
from losing
Wavy baby in control while I am cruising
My whip just transformed like it was a mutant
You don't know what you're doing quit with
but we still made it
Lookin back foster care was a obstacle
But it's okay cause are doing the impossible
Now I'm new in the world I just started college
Fathers physique my Grandmothers eyes
Mother Heart, Granddaddy's wit so I gave they glory God
I often look at world in zoom out
And on that note, I tune out
winnie the pooh
Watch what you post on the gram they be federal, tell all my dawgs not to give em a clue (at all)
Smokin opp pack, bitch I'm geeked in
Hey
Sup girl?
Say Wayne
What up dog?
You saw to that?
I see her, I see her, I see her, I see her
Slap you up with a biscuit
Lately I been
recline us over
Nigga, try to rob me, then it's over
Like cell phone, fuck what I fold you
Leave you red like Coca-Cola
Keep the world on standby for my
(Bangladesh)
Young Money
Ya dig?
Yeah
Mack, I'm goin' in
A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire
Tougher than Nigerian hair
My criteria
heart, so he stuck his middle finger
To the world, to the world, to the world
And you take your time
And you stand in line
Well, you'll get what's
heart, so he stuck his middle finger
To the world, to the world, to the world
And you take your time
And you stand in line
Well, you'll get what's
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
pressure makes diamonds and I've decided to apply it
I wake up and be high by noon, I'm on my John Wayne
Two guns like Max Payne, they shoot the same like
Nas and Kendrick, Wayne and Em, and a little bit of Cudi's shit
Momma bumpin' DMX when I was crawling in my diapers bitch
Rest in peace to all
stealing, he cool
Cause he doing, what he do
Ha
I'm in that Styrofoam cup (cup)
And Pain drankin out of a dickie, you with me
He's on blacky mouse, I'm goin
all my friends
Joey made it out the pen, but I was working on this
By the time I got it finished, he went right back in
Let him down as a friend, didn't
(hey) and we like her too
And we like her and she like us too and, oh
I wish I could fuck every girl in the world
I wish I could fuck every girl in
exits he just trynna get by
Goodbye
I see the pain in they face that they hide in disguise
The masquerade for them days that its all a facade
But I just
for my illusion
"HE'S DROWNING" = Drown suckers!
"drowning in my paragraphs"
= You're such a fuckhead you don't even
Understand my negative influence
the lights Po-Po)
I could tell the world
Been feelin different
Like Yaw
It's getting too cold
Movin steady in the trap
With two phones
Yeah
One shot he gone
He
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