Lyrics:
Finna fly out to Miami then fly my bitch out just so I can fuck her by the ocean
I'm on papers but I'm sipping this potion
On probation but the opps what
to take stock
I got one blue nose and two Red Sox
I got three lake docks par four Taylor Made
And I'm happy to be working on my fifth decade
I age like trig
the worst is
Oh you a Jedi show me what the force is
Come on Red ranger show me how you morph this
You say you balling yet can't afford this
Started off with
boyfriend
I said fine by me
Cause I don't wanna girlfriend
This love is rent out/ lease
Silver spoon and a trust fund
She get what she want when she
glance my life is out of hand that's a given
But what if I can escape this inevitable fate with a hint of luck
So I tuck away the glock and say
To those
binary
I see in between, I'm the go between
The things I've seen can't be unseen
This is my eulogy, this is reality
So let's talk about reality, the world
at the top of the tree,
Exclaimed with a great deal of glee,
"This one branch up my cunt, is making me grunt, UGH!
But I've got room for another three."
Chorus
Asap rocky hollywood
I dont know my purpose
I'm driftin thru the wind
Every thing I'm earning, man, I find my way to spend
Life keep gettin harder
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
you went wrong
You know
The old man can't understand
No one will shake his hand
I gave security, bombs and colour TV
It cost a few lives
all that bottom shit
I wanna rule shit
Get in my way and I'll hit you with full clips
DRxW is on new shit
Round 'em up Twoo Three
Been hustlin' with
My world's like: "Woah! Sensory overload"
My flow is like: "Yo! Don't get caught in the undertow"
My brain is like: "Did you know there's a hole in
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
with bliss
The people ill always miss
Got so many to live for
This is just the beginning
So when I leave
Send them a kiss
My mind
My mind
My mind
My
the matrix, eyes closed, naked
Patron got you wasted, eyes red, hays lit
You locked cause girls tell now you spend days in
The jail cells pacing three by three
harder I'm heartless
I'll turn your apartments
Into the carter 3
It ain't no pressure on nun
This pressure is musty
These peasants don't bother me
Yea ima
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
on the flap again. "My God, you need a power drill to get this
thing open!" They pulled again. "You can't get a grip." They both stood still,
breathing
bed at night
Gotta make 'em stop like cars at red lights
I'm only alive 'cause my friend's Lady Luck
And I never sold out 'cause I don't give a (beep)
you breathing just fine
I imagine my Grandmama did this with me
So I jump in her sleep and I'm hitting repeat
Covered by prayers from deep
Don't worry,
do that
Snakes in my luxury car, fuck, screw that
This for those who wish to vibe
She got ridiculous thighs
On cloud nine, floating by the streets
Im
think I'm vice but they know me by a bloodhound
Let me set my glock down
The heavy shit like three-pound
Fuckin wit a Treesh, I only snag her for
So you feeling this
Cause remember
This is No Feelings
3
But we still
Looking to inspire
Wet the world with all this fire
Yet I'm rising to be king
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
My daddy told me this industry ain't what you think it is
And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids
No
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