Lyrics:
I been tryna' stay out of sight
I been tryna' win this fight
And I keep on stuffing the gas in the papers I feel like it ease my mind
Tryna' figure
name and I'ma let it ring on you
Like Virginia Williams
I'm too resilient, get out your feelin's
It's gon' be a cruel summer for you
I told Weezy
Hook:
Racking numbers man I need that
Tell me how you feel
Take your woman for the night she gon show me whats the deal
Got her pressing out
'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower
the hardships
Pardon my need to be swift with how I start this speech
Who you more like? Malcolm or Martin?
The game that they play with us, brother, don't
with my G's
Some more money with my G's
Half a million in rupees
Ya'll know Heems
I ain't ? lick my dookie if you feel like poopie
Addicted like ?
I'd rather impress God before impressing y'all
Got em talking outta pocket damn what's pressing y'all
Diamond in the rough not folding under pressure
Sandler]:
You dig? You tell me which of the two they're doin' okay? Workin' out or havin'
Sex?
[Man]:
Yeah I got ya
[Adam Sandler]:
Alright I'm pressing
Trust me, I'll be all the way up (Way up)
Me and 'Twoine getting blessеd up
South driven like a Tessla
Only do it for thе lost souls
All this other stuff
like missing my weed, I get higher than Bob
It's a eye for an eye in my city, that's Baltimore City
Where even the bitches be wicked in poverty
dreams
Whatever you do stay true know papi got you like the stars got the sky
Like the moon got the sun
Like rev got run I can be your number one
Baby im
To be present, I must attend
And just be me
So let me be
I gotta find my ego
Lost it so many times, I'm like... where'd the me go?
Oh, brother where art
'll put that on my brother influenced by Dwayne Carter
Even though I'm underground staying fly like a charter!
Okay they say I'm a star and that the moon is
feel like Roddy Ricch
Ain't stunting niggas in a different category
Say she loving my name Shawty tat it for me
If I give you the Fye you gon' blast it
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
don't get no money that shit is depressing
And i'm on the edge and my buttons you pressing
This glock is a teacher It will teach you a lesson
I feel like
going through some lonely days and lonely nights
Been down and out but still I fight
We pressing on it's only right
And my brothers the only type to make
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: J-Luxx, Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Dèja
Come inside and ease your mind
I know you had a long
rise at ten thirty
And saunter along like a toff
I walk down the Strand with my gloves on my hand
Then I walk down again with them off
I'm all airs
I love my brother and my sister
Like I love me
Took time to learn it
Cause I dig deep
Above weak
Raise the bar
Where I land my feet
Learn then I teach
like catillions
But its only big bills like im William
And an OG P once told me
If the hoe try to count it it's stealing
So I be running the world while
brother Williams
The whole we create family they go hard
That word to the city
Shout DSO do u feel me
Getting high
Touch the sky
Would I fly or would I
she save me
Ignore where the chains be Pretend nothings changed me
Insane how it strains me
Am I my Brothers keeper
Like the pages in the bible but
beaten by my friends, brother, sister an dad
Shit was hard growing up if you ain't born with a plan
I had to buck up, got up off my ass started chasing
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