Lyrics:
throw up fifty in the mansion
Shawty on my nuts I gotta pass it
Shawty gotta trust ima have it
I could pipe it down bitch I'm a savage
Tell lil mama stay
or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's
stay switching
I'm saying doh gon head and put me in one of ya lil music videos
You know I'm tryna get my model shit poppin
But for real for real unblock
ya seen thus far
Ten black maybacks back to back in a lane
I'm a make it rain then I'm a make it back
You are just a lame lil' homie that's a fact
hell
Gotta do my interview like fifty that gonna make Lil B sell
Gotta ease my mind in with Reese Keese down ATL
Gotta leave the work to B and Trayl
too far from by the river
And I always knew I'd come far ever since I was a lil' one (D-Roc)
Nah, for real
I always knew that I'd be
I'd be doin'
to back in a lane
I'm a make it rain then I'm a make it back
You are just a lame lil' homie that's a fact
Workin' with the police actin' like ya know me
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
grave digga shoot at you
Bitch, you got me mad, so I'm gettin' your lil' brother, too
If I walk down Trey Pound, what you finna do
If shit is gettin' hot
no home trainin'
Codeine by the cases, I've been purple rainin'
Roll it up, lace it, pop a few, chase it
I've been in the Matrix, none of this shit
Arnold Palmer (those are good)
In the other room, watchin' C-Span with E. Dan
Layin' down a baseline, doin' drums with his free hand (how the hell does
an ounce
Got higher than lonely
Lil Min I pull
up in a drop top
When I m in studio, I got a
You gon see me on the
TV, I am the trapstar
Cannot copy my shit,
a dookie stain Gettin' money in my own lane, you don't be
Movin' fast Bitch talk crazy, told that ho download the
Uber app Time for you to go, lil' ho, that
cop just jacked me, 'cause I was drinking beer in Mill Valley
What's up, man?
Aight, man, fuck 'em
I don't give a fuck
They done push me
down to earth
If you choose to walk away, don't walk away
It's in the palm of your hand now baby
It's a yes or no, no maybe
So just be sure before you
lane
Snatch the beat and kill the verse feel like 07 lil Wayne
Snatch that shit like a weave had to hit a lil stain
She like to skip classes but give
man, crossbows
We dangerous beast mode
Got catapults full of bags of dope
Man set in stone, good to go
Found my zone in the Alamo
Yeah big time, dinosaur
and overdose by accident
Rapping bout that tough shit, because you thought it was cool
Lil bitch ass boy shoulda stayed yo in school
Cause it's real in
and J they slidin in a stolo
All white me down cause you know I’m rocking polo
Stop calling phone cause I don’t want you no mo’
Police hit them lights
Yeah
Bringing that Blue Blame
Bolting up feeling like Usain
These demons they put up a fight but man in the dark nights I be feeling like Bruce Wayne
I'm lonely by choice
Was told by my voice
The voice in my head can't say if it's mine or yours
What more can I wish for
Maybe
I wish niggas a calm down
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
by real locs
First class always, you bring a busload
You neverous when you sit in coach
I know your facade, hardcore
You hope a lot of people get
Everything I worked for took some time
Had to put a Lil' Effort in my grind
(They said )
Said I had a Lil swag when I walk
Hit my Lil Dance Dripping
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