Lyrics:
thing that they told me
Oowee, oowee
I'm in that big body, Dior my sock body
Shooters gon' ride by me
Tell me what's your location
Mask up, no
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
had to put you to sleep
While clock is ticking for you to (Breath!)
You heart rate beeping too deep
Your limps can't even take another leap
Your rims
focused on dead presidents
Connected wit a Mexican
That made my work flow prevalent
I was up for weeks
And not just for the hell of it
Bottled my emotions
I
great
Act soft you will get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feel that they are truly elite
The last thing you see's a priest
ear
And do all the things that make a nigga want to get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I
And do all the things that make a nigga want to get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done, I start it up
that
Don't get it twisted you ain't losing your life just giving up a couple of things
But it's all good it ain't hard you can do that for the real King
people up your people aint ignoring you
And by the way tell yourself that I see more in you
They don’t see a place here for me
They wont make a space here
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
that mean
Too many, too many niggas done lost their lives
Out in broad day
Over things no one their right mind could ever justify
So many, so many kids
thing I really hate is family get-togethers
Get the hell up out my face for I
grip the metal, hit the pedal, gas me up a bit
Lie to me, let me soak it
uh-huh)
So the only thing left now is God for these cats (it's going the fuck down now)
And B.I.G. you know you too hard for these cats
I'm a win cause
thing in common: Hunger
I don't mean it literally
Although that's true
Too, but metaphorically the hunger to do the
Impossible because you have no choice
And I'm like fuck y'all that's my credit
Not even Baphomet can come and take it
Unless he wants to be up on my wall
With the rappers I killed last season
frame, and that's hot
That's way realer than ShamWow
I ran up the crypto, we all know it's a scam now
I ran up my savings, cashed 'em out for my tattoos
The too cool for school
The never under pressure
The rebel with a cause
Who's ready for whatever
So! catch me in my hoody
I'm flipping off the pigs
Don't
like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
patnas
She show up to the ho-
Telly, I'ma tell her to do her thing and go
Back, back, back
Back like Hawk and that boy Lil O'
Remoteless type of vehicles
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
told me weigh it up and bust it down
Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve (Jerz)
Tray 1 got PT's and sold that reserved
I'm a hot boy,
Too many friends with hard lives
So many that I've cared for
Each other we were there for
And therefore we survived
Our hearts hurt for long time
For
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