Lyrics:
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
the sonics
Super loud when I pull up at the 4 way
And I drive by cuz I'm done with fake beef like 5 guys
I pulled off bumping my album and
I realized that
the ivory keys of a Soprano
The phantom of Gandolfoni making his hands dance all over the piano, light bobbing in the background like a candle
How do you
dirt
Let me explain your worth
You look like him but sound like her
You want an Eminem flow with a 5'9" voice
Weird signs, y'all niggas is hoes - oh!
You
girlfriend so obsessed with me, that Cecily strong
Making all of these bangers for girls who look like Topanga
Who grew up in Staten Island, banging 36
Let y'all bitches wait
Cause I'm on a paper chase
When that thang by my waist
I know that they gon hate
But I ain't trippin'
Cause I came heated
myself intact
And I found myself trapped in the city of Flagstaff
Making something good out of all of these bad raps
Zach, what in the fuck are we
bath brand say soothic I be reading that bitch like so thicc
Hold it
Bold as when you holding all 4 aces and 2 jokers
Rest is spades this hand is over
the ruff
Lord finesse is making it for the ruff
My man perfection
Showbix and ag are definitely making it for the ruff
And in case you don't know by now
been on my back for years, fuckin with my license
And everytime I'm stopped by dick I see the booking
That making me violent in this wilderness land
about that
I been tryna count my digits
Chased down by the thirsty niggas
They all tryna get in my bag
No no no
Please get yo hand out my pocket
Malcolm
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
It's Mr high, yeah it's me again, so sad
I need a friend thought y'all could sedate
Your mistake was putting the needle in
Y'all broke skin, now all
male like Redman
Until I get red hands like in Whut? Thee Album
Until we get reparations
I'll be defecating
Talking hit to anyone like
Fuck the outcome
We're the Beta Band and we're nice and clean
We all ????? the light and the ????? never mean
Times have changed we used to be smelly
We lived in
ain't "V"
Y'all dudes is real pastry
If you at the top of the standings
You about to get knocked by the 8th seed
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
and all day the omnipresent sand has been whipped up by an impudent wind, making progress all the more difficult
At dawn, I pinpointed the location
Chamillion's the man
He got it in his hand of wallet
Ain't no If's, and's, about it
That man's the hottest
I accidentally spent five grand
'Cause man, we
took his soul man
We all said up goodbyes
All our hands folded
The tension and emotions were too much for me to hold in
When I saw his moms and wife
In mp3
I put the game on a empty tee
Making sure that y'all remember me
And feel the shit that I'm saying till' I log off physically
Until then I'm
over before I let this be over
Lunchbox in my hands, hopped out the driver side of the nova
But I been a passenger to ya bullshit all along
Now that
a pack of germs, people swerve from the gamer
Suave player, I'm all black like the Raiders
You wonder how I did it, album anticipated
Well it's
do?
I pulled a bomb from my shoe (hahahahaha)
And exploded the trunk (blaooww) I woke up half drunk
Over looked by a bunch of gypsies wit a bag
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