Lyrics:
from outside it was
Completely in here, in my head
GQ: Did you worry it
Would derail your career?
Frank Ocean: I had those
Fears in black music
We've
Oh ho, ho ho ho, ooh, hoo
Childhood part of my life, it wasn't very pretty
You see, I was born and raised in the slums of the city
It was a one
(I got 20 on my beat)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Keed talk to 'em
I just told Lil Uzi pull up with it, we gon' shoot, yeah (say what?)
(WORD)
Man I got six figures from Jay I'm straight
You little groupie ass niggas get
The fck out my face! (UHHHHH)
Chris Lighty told me to tell
Y'all get
Similar to me familiar
County hound comin' to burn your whole city up
I catch ya up in the club
Empty the fifth on ya
You all know it's pussy
By Vivica
myself
A good dude, but I can do bad by myself
It's sad that I felt that I could never be
With nobody, girl you know my G
O.d. On the good life, I
sip lots of liq' shots
It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got
When I kickboxed with flip-flops
And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy
like it baby
I stated this shit in quarantine
I can't sing, I can't rap
But my pen game mean and
I got an album
Don't hate on me baby yea
Girl I have
'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
And my ears got
gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for
What ya got?
Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll
Screw you, man
Picked up my cell, rang my baby's bell, said, "I
K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga
No socks
West west yall
William Holla with the S yall yall
Know what time it is
Woof! Can't spell the west without the "es"
DJ Clue beyotch! Kurupt!
I fall
a motherfuckin' Hacky Sack, I treat (what?)
The whole world 'cause I got it at my feet (yeah)
How can I explain to you (what?)
That even myself I'm a danger to?
disrespect and gettin' checked like the top of the month
I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as fuck
And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head
Got a call from the doctor
He said hold on, my friend
You've gotta know what I'm knowing
Please come right away
He said Lucy's been seeing
to do your thing
But I didn't listen to my mama
I went straight to the church
I just couldn't wait for that little girl of mine
When I got off from
(haha, here we go again)
Conspiracy Theory, international version
(The Evil Genius, Green Lantern)
Let's go
Does it make you mad when I switch my
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
'm sprinkling
The album width to keep the registers ringing
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Yeah, you jingling
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
Got a call from the doctor
He said hold on, my friend
You've gotta know what I'm knowing
Please come right away
He said Lucy's been seeing
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