Lyrics:
meaning in the consequence
Bad habits keepin' me conscious
Or maybe they been holdin' me down
Maybe why I'm wantin' to drown
Life seems to pass me by
Fall
meaning in the consequence
Bad habits keepin' me conscious
Or maybe they been holdin' me down
Maybe why I'm wantin' to drown
Life seems to pass me by
Fall
tell him we were playing Jenga
Working on escaping my destiny in the cubicle
Recipe for success is just blessing, beats, and a studio
People are
that I'm gifted
Yuh
And I been down this troubled road before
Gotta hop in the whip and just keep on going
Foot on the gas accelearate
Yuh
And just Keep
care"
I can remember a time in this country
When men were proud to get cancer, God dammit!
When it was a sign of manhood! John Wayne had cancer twice
to FrancisVille and met my real friends (bah)
Mama said, "stay down there 'fore you get hurt"
That was way before I was Lil Uzi Vert (1600)
Mama saw me in
love (your precious love)
In a lil juke joint down in New Orleans
Can you hear Miles blowing his horn?
I want to hear it
Pac's got the mike he
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
stay in the streets seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid mothafucka, wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that
and Grandmaster Yoda
KMC rhyme proper
Kush Master crowd rocker
Mick said he need deff rhymes
For deff beats said I got ya
By day Bruce Wayne
Driven insane by this
shift studios
You learned from every critique
And used people's doubt
As fuel for your motivation
Every project has showcased your progression
In
some shit?"
It's insane, Lil Wayne, A Milli
That was it
I'm hooked
Got home and I looked right in
Watchin' all these rappers
I wanted people shook like
sparin' shit, they
Get caught lackin', then they all shot
Let that door swing, uh
I'm in all black just like Bruce Wayne
Propane, hit him with that
Fire
switching the hoe up
You niggas on Twitter
I walk with a whisper
I'm sneaky chasing all these bags down
That girl is a sinner
She ate me for dinner
My lil
tell that girl when I'm home shit get can get done done
She want to give me love
But lil baby I need hun duns
In Sunday service
Next to Kim
Bitch look
places
Pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
Get high, make a woman get low
In the strip club looking for familiar faces
People know me on a first name
lil wayne
I can tell by his motions that them niggas fake
I can by his movements you aint gotta prove it
Talking crazy bout my son shit
I might lose it
and chains
Y'all got women on ya arm
But not a dollar to ya name
You got lil on ya name but that don't make you lil Wayne
I'm the best to ever do it at this
I don't wanna know yo name
Wanna do some cocaine
Dreads swing like Lil Wayne
We on the yacht doing coke
Loving that bitch you a joke
Wanna beef with
like Lil Wayne
Hot boy bitch I spit out flame
All I spit is crack
Like the eighties bitch I'm Rick James
I'm sick as fuck
I throw up on beats
I need
Fortissimo Fever
Wayne gone blow the beat up
She tell you she love you
That's before I meet her
Put her in a foreign
Let her put her feet up
Now she say she
ducking I ain't hiding
Tell them niggas they can get me It sound fun, lil nigga (Lets get it)
Got these shots up in my ride I ain't ducking I ain't hiding
what I did I made light of smoke
I'm no joke even when I'm goofing in a sketch
I composed a dozen a genres by myself up in this bitch
Ugh, sorry I'm just
Uh
Ain't nothin' for me here
Gotta leave
Far away from home
Long days, long nights
In the studio
Work all day long
Ain't nothin' for me here
Gotta
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