Lyrics:
Aye, Finna get the city crackin like
That's how I'm just gon make it happen like
Watch me make it happen like
Make them trees disappear just like
like a boss
Baby don’t you leave
I’m gon’ cut them off
She said baby
Don’t you
Don’t you
Don’t you change on me
Baby
Don’t you
Don’t you change on me
alone and lose my number
No appreciation for your position
I'll never stop till I'm assured your house of cards is torn asunder
I can tell by how you
I'm balling on niggas
You know they can't stop me
They calling for half time
I'm all bout money
Can't take it from
I need mine
Lately I'm busy
the time for New York City
Step right up, have a Stone Cold Stunner
When it comes to funk, I'm the number one gunner
Peep me on the east side, the B side
that you ever seen
Once I'm older I'm takin' over ima be king
I was locked up in jail when he got the new land
Opened his cells I guess that's how
I'm rambling, yeah rambling
Rambling high and low
I'm rambling, ramble ramble rambling
Rambling everywhere I go
I ramble down to visit with Mary Jane
the wall down
I know that she can do better
I think thank I’m gonna let her
Does anything really last forever
Everybody catching feelings
But they don’t
And I keep the choppa on me
Riding with that llama on me
Feelin' like I'm tony
Feelin' like I'm tony
I'm seeing beautiful views
Can't forget about
the persona
Drink me up
Cause I'm looking like a bottle of Cola
Hit me up like a damn Motorola
Keep playing game but I'm the controller
I got, Ripe fruit
If they're looking for me
Just tell them I'm home
Sitting Indian-style on the floor
Just waiting alone
Waiting for someone to come in
And tell me
Yo my name holding weight, getting plates state to state (State)
Don't worry about the paps from the gate, I'm living straight (Straight)
Shawty
No love
Hello: wya?
I'm at the studio rn
With who? Bra ima call you back later I'm at the studio
Aigh damn bye
Yo
Wasup why you ain't come see
Not a rookie but i'm hungry
We scoring bitch we dunking
We shoot it up like junkies
But we not fucking druggies
Not a rookie but i'm hungry
We
crazy
I'm a real savage bi**h
I'm come from reservations
They tried to kill me off
But I'm too f**king loud
Everybody's waiting for me to come around
i know that you deserve better
what did i do to deserve this?
i'm sorry, i'm sorry
you know that i'm sorry
this time your eyes caught me off guard
thought to myself, feeling reclusive
I buy and sell lies, pay with my bones, call me abusive
And I'm selfish, I know
Learned my lessons, you hoped
And I'm
real they despise you
With all these 45 they ain't Michael
I'm making dead corpse with your idols
This ah world that spin in one cycle
And it's hunnit
Life packed into the car
You're still yelling across the yard
Tarmac beneath my wheels
Head high and zero feels
I'm driving
Music up
And you're not ready for this
But still I fall for bullshit
My heart strings like a forest
And I don't want force it
I'm feeling mad confused
(Mad confused,
starts in your mind
The truth is
Revolution won't be televised
Cause it starts in your heart
And it starts in your mind
I'm trying to be the GOAT, you
and you know it
Sum ain’t right
Sum ain’t right and you know it
Sum ain’t right and you know it
Damn well you know it
I think I’m jumping off the deep end
I
I'm trying hard to talk about it
My baby's got enough she wants me
She's feeling dead awake again when I'm gone
I'm hanging on the conversation
Just
to Heaven no Less
Leave the Earth Forget the Time Light As Air I Don't Care Feelin Fine
Don't Say I'm Crazy Don't Say I'm Out of My Head
I Might Be Crazy But
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