Lyrics:
the seams
See discoloration like an old film photo
Too bad that my country is run by a hobo
He'll play you out the money like my boy playin' the oboe
You
tryin’ to situate it
Niggas out here arugin’ “who’s jewels real, who bought it first?”
I’m just tryin’ to see niggas good and what my hood worth
Shorty
I'll pop that Nigga like he was a perc
Hell nawl can't be here gtfo my turf
He tried to shoot, his bullets were nerf
She throwing ass she twerk
I'm
From a trailer to the burbs, Blacked out hitting curbs
Now they ponder how I turn wonder why
Look at how I swerve, hit the church on time
Used
Shit this a vibe right here
Go ahead and light that up
Look look
I step on any turf like I got cleats bitch
My shit been so contagious like it's
Coming round me shining
Gotta get these
Demons out my mind
Before I Rob them
They eating surf n turf
While I add steak tips
To top ramen
Don't be a
Hating
to catch
I'm in the field
And shit is really really turf/tough
I was down
Still I caught a bag
Couple nights
That I gotta stay up
Trap nigga
I'm tryna find
eatin the dirt
I stayed in your turf, bitch, I kick your face in the side of the curb
Fuck you
I do the motion and I'm roastin
By the sun, got dreads just
why I'm ready
I'm really ready
I'm ready, yes
Pull out the clip, and write they name on the bullet
Got the game on lock down, you couldn't even pull it
figured out the massive clue
Its all what we tell ourselves
Yeah its whatever that i tell myself
Its whatever that i hold true
I hold true
I hold true
It is
inside of my leg to u I'm a nigga in sweats
I hop out I'm dumping I hop it's nothing u know now nigga meet death
It's all good if she come from da hood
doc, aye
Boom pop, dead, swerve
Bullet hit me in the nerve
We gone surf, on the turf
Then observe in reverse
Then inverse reimburse
This the purge, I be
know what Kuhkon is
I'ma teach you
Take you back to preschool
Boy you so fine
You make me wanna rhyme
Words are coming out of nowhere
And it's messin'
please wait
My cousin said nigga watch out for these snakes
Keep a leaf rake and your garden green on these fakes
They said they want a second verse
I said
big towers and fake flowers
We need to help the earth
Instead of buying fake turf
Stop what your doing
Turn around
Give ya brother a hug
Don't act so
want
You just gotta take a ride on the go kart first
Take a little ride hit the surf n' turf
I won't hesitate you put my heart in a hearse
You're
.WAVs I'm pushin .MP3s
They ride my wave, that ripple call that XRP
Cashin out in bitcoin, that's that BTC
F*** a VVS bitch, I want VSTs
F*** a TBS bitch,
Yeah yeah yeah
Now it dinner time, yeah
The Hors d’oeuvres start our night
Surf and Turf with lobster tails
Not frozen straight from Maine through mail
the good old days
Not a care in the world sleepin' off our responsibilities away
Didn't have to worry about bills let alone going to work
Politics was out
just do your ting
Feeling a connection like I got a low ping
Say I don't catch feelings but I'm thinking about the ring
And that's lights out, lets vibe
would say you look bad to me
See but I’m based I don’t judge
You niggas sweet like some fudge
Tryna get this out the mud
I am a dog Bud
Niggas be fake
Your love is a broken mirror
I can't wait to see it clearer
And if I never do
Fall in love with you
Maybe, that's okay
Figuring out if I have
on turf
I got some plans so I gotta rehearse
Everyday bands, they come and recur
Everyday bands, they come and recur
I said everyday bands, they come
nickels but still are worth more
I’m from the era of gang violence and turf wars
And daddy stressing my momma out she starting to curse more
Don’t mix
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