Lyrics:
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
scroll
(Tick-tock)
Wasting your life while you fall down the rabbit hole
Don't worry, you part of the program
It's by design, we all part of the program
from above
And some people don't even really know what they doin', Goddamn
I mean, can you feel this, can you feel the vibe
Can you feel the zone?
innocent
And all these bitches don't know which body part they gon' pick
Invite them to my mind but they end up on my dick
Reminiscing upon my man Slick
We
Houston Offset
Michael Jackson
Smooth Criminal
Dodge Subliminals
No one man should have all this power
Charles Whitman
Shots from a clock tower
Back
Marvel less
Man I could spin webs too that make me marvelous I guess
I'm a giant in my mind
Giving sight to the blind
Wrote the record by design
This is
They ain’t there when you down bad (That’s a no no)
They don’t never wanna go half (That’s a no no)
They ain’t never got your back (That’s a no no)
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
of that though. But look, I'll tell you what... look at this- (gets cut off by man 2)
Man 2 : Yeah, you got beat up to take care of it, man !! They- they
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
spree at neimans
Am I good
How I been
Fuck them checkups you don't mean it
I walk by they feel regret
I fuck they necks up yea I see it
He done really
I age like wine
Lotta y'all out of ya prime
Can't tell me shit
MJ of my time
Jackson or Jordan
Of rap and recording
Last man off the bench you not
"Yeah, give me a case of Budweiser and an ounce
I gotta slow down, Jesus Christ, I'm outta control
Look at the size of my pants, for Christ's sake
station, they ain't official
I got thousand dollar jeans on my ass cheek
Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last week
How that make me look if I don't
of story didn't take it to the Major league
Feel like I let them down
People who had faith in me Opportunities pass Me by
Couldn't wait to leave
Hot
bankroll
Im a big star
Im surrounded by
Some niggas that
Tryna get by
No handouts
Just the better routes
Im just tryna run it
Up don't bring me down
I need
tryna look over my Shoulder
My dawgs in paradise
Aint get a chance to make it Older
My pain so heavy now it way me Down
Nicknamed it boulder
I don't
No man fall, we all crutches
I dancehall, I blame Dudus
I don't smile, the chain blushes
In my Ukraine there's no Russias
Kalashnikov, don't piss
look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map
And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at
Shout out to the G's from the ends
We don't love no girls
she think she Cupid
Tell yo friend I wanna hit it
We can't be exclusive
Said she look like Janet Jackson
Ion think she lucid
This bitch is trippin'
She
nothing and she make it look easy
Hit the club Ima stalk her
Yo girl Ima smoove talk her
I'm bad like Micheal Jackson
Hit her with the Moon Walker
That
L.L. Cool J. is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care who you tell
I excel, they all fail
I'm gonna crack shells, Double-L must rock the bells
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
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