Lyrics:
hollin'
I roll up 'till the cash come
I'm on my cool shit, new bitch, doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my last one
I got loud in by the bag more
this love, we done reach the peak
We ain't never coming down
Baby keep making that sound
If I could just be
If I could be up in the middle
system yeah...
(System Yeah)...
I couldn't see it
(I couldn't see it)
Death come by 3 yeah
(It Came By 3's n***a)
This is my season
(This is my
the fridge they got nothin in they stomach
Face all crusty nose all run by
That shit is so fake but you posing as real
Why you niggas bitches payin most
the next up in the game this is my Reign of Terror
These rappers getting famous off an image
I'll pull out the pen & end their career quicker than fifteen
wearing'em since high school
Umm we have a big black male with a college degree
Oh shit now I got the country after me
Dead man walking towards police
talk to your man
he bitching cause i ain't got a lot time for this weirdos
talking shit all up in my ear lobes
i just live life
tryin do it right
(ian hunter/darrel bath)
(transcribed by colin ford)
On the avenue of dead umbrellas
In a place where nothin' sleeps
No one's pickin' up the pieces
that water while I'm chest high
Explains all this basicness that you get impressed by
Tall and lanky so I'm not even a flex guy
Commercial melodies
time cause i don't own that
What truly matter's right now is your fat ass
In the position i got you in
Karma sutra mad this is angles they never seen
Freshman, but I'm spittin' like a senior
I been out in Broward, let this 0.3 burst
Nigga, you a coward, hope defeat hurt
If the bitch run, telling, I
on the weekend
And i'd do it all again just to hold on to that feeling
I'm sick of this college degree
Mama said it won't come easy
And you bet that all this
you
I took that on the cross, because I wanted you
I might discipline and chastise
But if you got what you deserve you'd be in hell with other bad
faces softly glowing in the light
This is my country
These are my people
This is the world I understand
This is my country
These are my people
Ayo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the fuck up when I'm splittin' my dutch
Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin' for free
Interior look like a winery
Privacy is all I ask for
Maybe one or two cats by the back door
Passport and I got a bad rapport
I don't travel
This ain't
the net n I got that accuracy
Gonna go to college n get a degree
Not a dream cause I’m going to achieve
All these niggas
Sticky fingers
KFC eating
[Verse 1]
Byte by byte, I’m rebuilding my core,
Piece by piece, I’m ready for more.
In this digital wasteland, I find my way,
Rewriting my code, day
deGrasse Tysons
They inspired by squealers
That's doing lifings
I get three hours of sleep
Just to get better
These cowards, they out here sour at me
Petty
It's cost me a lot
But there's one thing that I've got
It's my man
Cold and wet, tired you bet
But all that I soon forget
With my man
He's
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (this what it look like when you decorated)
Yeah, yeah
I got my degree in this shit boy
Do it like my life depending on it, I
hellfire in your rosy cheek
I watch you go by
And I watch you
I watch you go by
And I watch you
I watch you go by
And I watch you now
I'm gonna
Walking through
The streets in
Hundred degree heat
Waiting at the
Bus stop to take
Me to my new job
I can't wait for
The days when I'm
Riding in my
Gang, Gang
They ain't never gotta ask this one question
Who's the Queen? Likkle Miss Obsession (uh)
I'm the one who keep you bitches under pressure
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