Lyrics:
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
what you want to do it like that
I can play eight to the Penn, cut your lights off right now
Mean what I say and I say what I mean, nigga like me don't
on my shoulders?
Get off of me yeah
Get off of me yeah
Too damn grown, I don't owe nobody
Get off of me yeah
Get off of me yeah
Why you tryna put
soul surfs the waves
I wish we could have kept him here
The sea, the sea, the sea
It holds our secrets (holds our secrets)
The sea, the sea, the sea, it
mind unloose
Go hard and watch the sun rise
One night'll change your whole life
Off top, drop-top, baby it's a no-brainer
Put 'em up if you with me
feel beaten, I don't bite back, go down on my knees for a reason
On-site Satan when I see him
BOW break that bread and eat it
I put my arm in the air
the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you?
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your
put it on my first bomb like fifty states
I got fifty rounds to split yo motherfucking grape
I hope you don't think you could get away
Because I
drums play in my mind
Take, it off him put it on me
Oh, I'm feeling so lonely
And I'm holding back my tears
Come on!
I don't wanna a doctor for
or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends
So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve
off the leash It’s forever fuck police
Want me slow it down Ima speed it up
In that pussy ya Ima beat it up
Splitting lanes Cuz A nigga ina hurry
name was not to become what I became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is
Rain Man
Now in the Bible, it says
this
I put my soul in this shit
So I keep on grindin’
[VERSE 3]
No one really likes when you get up and
go and get it and I get it on my own
I am who I
shit in good shape
Good shape
If I'm not about it please don't try and push me
If I'm not about it's probably some dumb shit
And if you really 'bout it
the mind
I got music for the soul
Whole city love me
So they had to put me on the road
I been cooking up some shit
I'm tryin to get it off the stove like
I
need to get it off
I need to get it off
I need to get it off
Every time that a nigga talk
They really ain't got shit to say
So don't fix your mouth
how I evolve I can't hold on
So many chatting on the cliff but they roll off
Climb back up but by then I float off
In souls confront until it goes
telling me don't curse on a verse, they did it worse
First I put a curse on every verse
I kind of got outrageous
Check it, even made a record on how I'm
off and let me get mine
Visions in my head when it's dealing wit hits
If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its
Wait, don't wanna hear no drama
Cause
just don't confuse it
What happens, these dudes get rude and then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that's
just don't confuse it
What happens, these dudes get rude and then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that's
in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by
myself, what if I die?
I put my stock in the stocks, soon they gon' slide
Don't put your stock in the world or it's confines
What you rely on when you
of fact I will not sell my soul
Can't die yet, I got shit to do
Two years in I got shit to prove
Don't go hard till your life on the line
Those in comfort
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