Lyrics:
just know you will get parked now
Millzy in this bitch, and now I'm on the top now
I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now
What I rap
new
It's been like that way before you was even born
Get up from the down stroke
Chocolate City for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
dance, on the fence, temptations
Road's longer when you do things that the others can't
Look in my eyes, I risked everything for this
Say you rooting for
on)
Girl you know I like that
I know what she want I'm finna give it to ya
(Give it to ya)
Anything you want girl I can get it for ya
(Get it for ya)
I
and I'll be using it amusingly for decades after I die as the whole world is grieving, the fuck you want me to do in this world as your girl writes my name
the paycheck! (Mhmm)
A lettergram said that you're ahead of him
Nowhere on the planet nigga can't rap better than
So know that I'm the flyest, bypass
by
I could outwrite you with my hands behind my back
I could outsing you I just got it like that
I just been waiting for right time to attack
Watch
to stay
You always wanted me around
But you won't admit that right now
You know I want you
I know you shoot me down
What are we waiting for?
What
Stop throwing up ya fingers like that lil nigga
You don’t know what that mean
Move my feet and my shoulders to the beat
Always gotta smoke fatty that’s
on the daily
Ooo that girl is mine, talking Michael Jackson
You know when we met it was a chain-chain-chain
Cha-cha
Santa said “tell me what you want”
Shawty
with my cousin 'bout some hammers
No matter how rich I get, I'll always have manners
For my aunties that gave me a home when I was backwards
Only them
shit we don't Romance I been on my grind like a slow dance
Prison get with the program
Smoke a wood with the dope man
Pinky nail for the coke cain
When I
the chain if you can't afford it
'Ye them load of whores by the boards
Trust
That old ball-and-chain had me chained up for weeks
So of course I'm off
can't you be my wife?
As George, when drunk, was not at all an angel
He didn't always know a friend from foe
He'd wake up with a headache, and a stranger
that they did it, and the witnesses filming the cops showed you,
They still don’t get what they deserve
But we get it
Since you lit the flame, you gotta
Clooney
Dawg I was destined for movies, getting better when older
You need to get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder
If you are slacking a bunch,
George Clooney
Dawg I was destined for movies, getting better when older
You need to get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder
If you are slacking
Hands up for Michael Brown, hoodies up for Trayvon
Young kings gone too soon, didn't have a chance to bloom
All because of what you assumed
Now you wonder
them loose
The hold you had, yeah that too
Wasn't trained for this, wasn't made for this, you know it
Guess that's what I get when I let you toy with my
best that I stick to my tune
I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that
that it was
You always working, I get it
I'm always working, I'm putting in work til' I get it
We ain't been stuck in the house in a minute
Just chilling
the cruel people
Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble
I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream
Well, I want you to hold on to that dream,
the cruel people
Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble
I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream
Well, I want you to hold on to that dream,
figures
No influencers
Bootleggers
Dream sellers
Dream chasers
What you mean player
Not bout money
See you later
No time for the saving
Better stay
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