Lyrics:
like meat,
I’m an alpha world, you niggas the sheep,
All that talk is cheap, I’m hungry for the beef, you rappers is lookin’ like meat,
(Ian Taylor
it
Paper on me at all times like I was born with it
Anybody get it and everybody fuckin' with it
Most iconic out of my motherfuckin' city, nigga
could get a bag I really need my dough
Hold the squad up on my back I always feed my bros
Y'all catch hella fans, Julian Edleman,
Reaching with these
wrote
Our first song it was verse never recorded
As I got older I started to think it's pointless
By the 9th grade I was ready willing to work
All of my
with me just like Taylor said
You're the only reason I been hustling to get the bread
Just so I can give you all the shit that I have never had
I don't
Don't try holla for a free 16 now I'm sorry but I need to get paid
Can't get me on the phone if you do you can tell by my tone that I need to get
Taylor Port take it all to the head
I can't get her out my head
(Ohhh)
(My Daddy Song)
Baby don't move
Your eyes on me I can't deny I saw you too
Im
has just been acclaimed by King James
Can I speak to your left ear
And will you tell me if you're deaf there
Lemme inspect here
And close it up till
Bottle it up and all I feel is rage
And I would be lying if I looked at you and said I'm not afraid
What if I never get through this shit what do I do if I
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
think I need to sit in ya chair
We could really get physical here and the sky's the limit nigga
I'll put the whole clique in the air baby
So quit
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
You're all I need to get by
You're all I need to get by
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my
'm running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
to push me
Another inch, my body is crooked and honesty I am shooketh
By all this bullshit on social media, Mass hysteria
No jokes this is serious, Black
to the third degree
I keep it G, damn G you owe us three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a nigga profit-ly
All I do is get money, fuck, and sleep
I should
want you, want you, want you, want you
I, need you, babe
If I could rewind the time and get inside your mind
I would take back all my words
I
acting like they know me more than me right
But with my confidence I don't need nobody's insight
Here we go y'all here we go y'all
Y'all bout to be
bitch like Rick James
Gotta group of hoes in MIA, get a condo in Biscayne
The Louis store I drop bands, the Gucci store I drop bands
Prada store I went
Oh my
I don't feel right deep inside
Feeling like I need to hide
Everybody wonder why I get high
Cause I can't fight the feeling inside
Oh my, my,
niggas (okay, woosh)
I had only one wish, that's to get a hundred million
Now I walk in, see chandeliers on the ceilin'
Bitches naked, by the pool
like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
opps in Fendi
And when juice get spilled like soda
No I won't say no words like Kenny
My hand ting coming like Corona
If it coughs twice then it's
Find a ways, no app
All the way, no map
By the way, no cap
We on the way, know that
Your loyalty, show that
You're royalty, show that
You know your worth
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