Lyrics:
was going back and forth, yeah we was on repeat (on repeat)
Okay I graduated high school, such a sight to see (such a sight to see)
I got that shit up
ha
She leave me i panic
When we together shit feeling like static
Nigga try me and jb let em have it
Hate when he loud
But he neva on action
Smoke
Okay I'm like what we posed to do now?
You done grabbed your bags and bounced
Walked you and your shit all up out of my house
No respect when we
of it
Cause I care too much that I don't give a shit
Said I care too much that I don't give a shit
I got way too many thoughts in the back of my head
don't miss
I call up lil Steph and he ready to hit
I don't care where you at, you get hit with your bitch
I ain't stopping this rap shit till I get rich
spray shit
10 milly leave you well done on some steak shit
Just hold on you going home yeah I'm on my Drake shit
Bro ain't really into making jokes bet he
to get a copy
Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my family
Your fantasy back in the day was to be native
But now your shit's sedated
I bring
*echoes* I admit
As a soldier, I've done a lot of shit
To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you
But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had
Finally out the motherfuckin see-p-t
Off to other cities and shit
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local nigga made good
Yeah, ya'll thought that underground shit
Wouldn't gon' work in ya
Yeah
For the ouijas of sin is death
For the gift of god is eternal life
Finally out the motherfuckin see-p-t
Off to other cities and shit
No longer just an underground hit
Movin thangs... a local nigga made good
is still the goldsmiths
Hold shit steady, we close-knit and deadly as a heart attack
Trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless,
strong, that's time to heal
From the trap, we went bonkers, talk your shit (talk your shit)
We ain't the steppers, we the stompers, talk your shit (talk
just pay me in love
Nah, this shit lit, flew a jet to a club, forty-two Ms, I done ran up a dub (phew)
I still know how to a survive with a dub (dub)
Straight out of BC
We takin' the sound to the world, you see
They don't really like me talkin' my shit like the OG's did
They hatin' on me 'cause
Yamaha
Four-five, shit, nigga, yeah, yeah
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Big slime
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't
bitch
Weak ass, bitch
You a weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, bitch (yeah)
On that weak ass, weak ass, weak ass, shit (hey, hey, hey)
Fuck you and your
Oh, ooh, oh
You liked me 'til you heard my shit on the radio
Well I hate to say but pop ain't going solo
You liked me 'til you heard my shit
used to pray for this shit (I swear)
I used to pray for this shit
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that,
shit, parlay like when the lane switch
Combat how you feel, strobe light, hit the killswitch
Neck twist like Exorcist, I'ma see you 'round
'Cause
scratchin', dentin' my Pontiac
Bitch, are you off your shit?
I'll bag another one just to piss you off and shit
Don't make me put the shit I bought you up
You enjoyed yourself too much and you ain't barely started
I just can't invest in shit to end up broken-hearted
You stay taking pictures, pictures
right, I got way more than two G's
Nigga I'm amazing, I'm a phenom
I'm assassin, I'ma kill y'all
I'ma say ma ma sa, ma ma coo sa
And this shit's closed
Woke up in another man's main bitch
Phone jumpin' out the gym, finna gang slide
To the Norf side, every day, same shit
Tryna make wreck,
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