Lyrics:
double edge knives
Putting swords to back
Velour is black, Balenciagas on I'm strapped
I put my dawgs onto money and on the map
You want to see me
(Liquid courage and heavy smoke)
(Another couple for the road)
Stumbled my way back down to the bay
Not too far from where I was first saved
Will you be
the edges of your eyes
And in the shade of corners
Can you keep a secret?
They'll come after me if they ever notice
You've probably guessed by now
But I
to the edge
I'm not smart but I'm not dumb
Now my wounds are feeling numb
Can we please, just move on?
This has gone on for way too long
I'm so pissed, I'm so
His remarkable armor is supreme!"
Yo
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face,
The club lights rain on your head (Your head)
Dom Perignon by your bed
You never had to trust no one (No one)
'Til you fucked around and called me up
after these years I can still pass the physical
still got my corner, still got my edge
And the waitress takes an order for another round
As I try
I how I feel it
My head is usually going in first, I stay on the deep end
I'm on my way to get reset
I'm lower east, she upper west
She count on me
what's up and I'm on
Fuck with the set, look at my phone
I do not club, that’s not what I do
I stay at home and sleep in the stu’
Plotting on ways to build
of things
Intimate themes made for interesting sixteens
And I was fifteen when I heard Rhyme Goes On
By Eric B and Rakim, my mind grew numb
I was in awe
roaming once again
I'm only at the edge of blue
Sail across the valley
Learning by day
With expectations of the night
I found the place you're after
All
Respect my ways, this is my pride
Break my silence, fear my life
I know you want it, always earn your merit
You've reached the edge, broke down
some
brains leaking off my baseball bat
It's gonna be a murder after midnight
You can say it was a killin by
a lunatic
It's gonna be a murder after
just a humble host, artist and a certified musician
say my music so so def no jagged edges in this Christian
Ima ego checking Jesus repping thriller from
Ya ya I don't want to let go
I'll wait on the edge of the town
It's not my way though
To bargain and stay slow
I'll take the bus way out
I'll wait
in these guts
Wipe my dick and then that's enough
[Daz]
She want to kiss me after she done lick me
Slap the drunk, you know the ho got Tinesi
[Too
however had
resisted these solicitations and was now warned of
some impending danger. He managed to make his way to
the sacred ground by cloaking his
Day after day forced my opinions
Living on my soul what if i die tomorrow
This hammer hits me in my head
These negative thoughts lead me till i drop
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
They say I don't show my face enough (I be low)
I'm to stubborn I ain't changing up (I'm to old)
Popping bottles in the club again (again)
Bitches
spend my life with you, baby
Girl, I got trust in you, yeah
Even when I’m away from home
Just trust me, if you call, I’m gon' find my way to you
Ain’t
texts that, way
I'm delusional, I grip onto these memories
On my bullshit, I don't need friends
Happy never after, I don't ever see the end
Splittin up
up my bro
(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I'm finna meet you right there man, by that cut off 78th and Caselin, aight?)
Young nigga still serving
trying to make our jagged edges fit
Finally had enough of it, my love was never enough for you
Took an oath in this booth so I only tell the truth
It's up
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