Lyrics:
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
shoot it right in your arm
Bitches been on the relapse, indoor pool number three lap
P.O. stopped by to see me, I'm cool, where that weed at?
Smoke one
debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by
all night
Someone get an IV since I was eleven
Boston Kyrie in the basement by leans
Dank after the P, bro I call that my team
Someone get the visine, I
band man like Ryan Giggs number 11,
World War III will not bring joy,
No parents will enjoy,
Sending their girls or their boys,
Fighting someone else's
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
he?
Boy I ain’t done til I’m number 1 like 2-3
Boy try to stop me, you gone have to shoot me
Boy bought a vest next bulletproof S U-V
Boy I’m doing me
could be fuckin' his mistress I got three hoes like it's Christmas
I'ma send her home to a man, leave her satisfied Just so we know that we did shit
Got
Mhmmm
Mhmmm
Mhmmm
Is you really mad you don't get the same attention you did before album mode?
Sweetheart, you ain't top three
Its Jesus, then
On a different planet yeah I'm past gone
You claim you running numbers up but tell me what the stats on
All y'all bitches was capping, made em put the hats on
Got
of you
Yo swag looking rusty you should prolly stop at a Jiffy lube
Whole gang animals, met 'em by the county zoo
We like causing chaos like the city
moves on, we’ll see
Who can survive
Just like the rule of three
Things come in succession
That is the lesson
So if I drop a song or album
Just know
or not you're not gon' be the fucking pilot
I know you know my number you can dial it (dial it)
You got to know by now
That I'm really unstoppable
Try
everybody that really buys rap
Don't wanna listen to any guys yap
Fly, this will leave you in the sky cap
Three X
We test the best
Reflect cause you're
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
This is revolution shit
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, c'mon and get down
Uh, yeah, hey
The year is 2020, the number
A little somethin'
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
I'm down with
'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
orange monster comes to consume our lives
P1: Wardog, this is 3 Bravo. Contact report, over
3 Bravo, go ahead
Lead vehicle has struck IED just before
debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by
Sponsored by Heavenbound
My name is Scarub
I got a question for ya
[Chorus]
[PSC]
P to the S to the see
By request to be fresh equals how I rap
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