Lyrics:
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
destined to be
They couldn't swallow it, the hollow shit
A double barrow pump will get him out of it
50 Caliber Magazines couldn't model it
A monument, I
sawed off
You ain't leaving this bitch not full of buckshot
Big stepping, leave impressions by the dozen
Giant ass pimp, stomping on them like it's
every time
The pressure, the problem ain't I be drivin'
The problem is I be textin'
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played
the trigger
Might have cared once, but the obstacles seem bigger
And they’re stuck behind a giant 8 ball
The milky way is star brains that are smeared across
that you tough
Callin' his bluff but we really be loadin' them nines
They DM'ed me at 8:05
Put it on me, had that boy gone like 8:59 (on me)
You can
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
a look it better be a blank stare
Or get shanked in the pancreas, I'm angrier than
All eight of the reindeer put together with Chief Keef
'Cause I hate
The most important artist of this
Generation over 21 Grammy's
6 Consecutive number 1 albums one of the most
Impactful voices to ever grab
songs, we clear the air
Go
Niggas be lyin' like they raw (lie)
Forty-eight hunnid my cough
Put my lil' bitch in a loft (in the spot)
"Keep your eyes
I can't say I'm not impressed
By everything we have created
But these wonders fade over time
They have left me jaded
Standing on shoulders of giants
addicted to music, this shit here my plan
I be geekin off melody I ain poppin no xans
People hatin on me, they can't do what I can
Imma humble luh giant but
while his friends watchin'
That hoes clockin' (uh), here comes respect
His crew's your crew, or they might be next
Look at they man eye, BIG man they
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm foul
They throwin' me out, you throw in
Rich Or Die Tryin'
Tryna get my money up got white Jordans flaunting
Just got outta 8th grade its a hot afternoon
Might buy a brisk or Arizona I don't
shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back
be the motherfuckin' mecha of
This hub city spectrum
Where they at I will dissect them
Like a fuckin frogs rectum
While you're wrecking with
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
On and poppin' she mad marketing
Attitude like we arguing
With her by my side bring glitter
you will never grind
I know the priors they running by us when we do crime
I know that section eight wanna discontinue my Moms
When they heard that Ohio
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
nothin, let me know what
Might be somethin there (what's good)
I'm feelin nothin, let me know what's good
I remember when the twist was the thing to do
nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer
In the kitchen with the pots yeah
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