Lyrics:
on my weed
Steady drinkin' on my beer, hell naw niggah
Get the fuck up out of here, can't hold one
So you can't hold your tongue, nigga lips smackin
Like
you know what I'm saying?
[Chorus: x 2]
I can't wait til next Friday (next Friday)
That's when a brother gets paid (gets paid)
I've got plenty
to get nobody hit but I could
Before I post a pic, should I flex? Yeah, I should
I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit, money good
Ride with some hitters
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathing
in the mix
Hit the booth for an hour and it multiply by six
I get lost in the music, I'm a bomb without the tick
Had my share of missing while I'm
push the age
Power forward (What)
Twenties have a - floatin' like
He in the water
Asure you, get it we got bundles for a Goya
A beam 'ock a - if ya'
Need
the price of death (It doesn't matter, it's all for you)
If it means your days are better even if just by a tenth
Even when I have none left, know that I'll
Terminator
X to sign checks, play to get paid
You got to check it out down on the avenue
A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you
Yeah, I'm
to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs ?, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get it, then get
shut up and listen!
If you cant take the heat, then get the fuck out the kitchen!
Cause a ride or die man for his ride or die chick,
Gets that ride
change up the flow then that’s two tone for y’all.
A big win to please, and yeah I get mad if I lost.
But a sore loser isn’t definitive, when you working
[Busta Rhymes]
You don't know what we doing right here!
[Chorus 1: x2]
One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
land with yo scar up, So we can heal today
(It might)
Two faces, you the perfect villain
Ion got no powers
We relying on our hearts
To get the perfect
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
nothing new
If you don’t believe that he exists
You’ll be added to one of the lists
Of humans whose opinions don’t matter
Another fact that logic can’t
have repented
What a shame if one rejoices when he seeing his brother slip
Rather than reach out a hand you stick a foot out so he trip
Man that's wrong
get away with murder
Ever heard of Asperger's? It's a rare condition
It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
Eighty
released me from a prison stretch
Listen if you dissin’ it’s like wrists are slit
And wishing death
And get the backhand
Like when little children
No more penny pinching
She ride on the dick like she powered by engine
I take you to school boy put you in detention
I can take you schoolboy start you
her a groupie
She wasn’t tryna' use you to get me on the two piece
She genuine, curious to know if pussy soothing
I’m just tryna' clear the air, you
It's February 2016 i'm bout to open for Lady
Leshurr at Gramercy Theater
Was booked by Christian and he picked me
And if you asked me then I never
with you I ain't feeling the vibe
Got stabbed in the back I'm confused asking why
When it gets hard I get pushed more to try
One of a kind there's no
over the ride like it's an ice cream truck
I can see why they fret
I already ran over two hoes
And I ain't get out the fucking driveway yet
Soon as I
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