Lyrics:
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
and gone
And don't think that I'm here to stress you out
I just wanna let you know what I'm about
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns,
two-zero
If it's up then it's up
You don't have to tell me cause I'm already up
I'm everything I wanted and more than what you need
Everything it seems
pence
Pent up, tense, eager to spend their two cents, wantin'
Nothin' but limelight, see, that's why I was sent
Get your 15 minutes in a snuff film
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
stories that last for more than a minute
Five minutes of lighting it
I'm chilling
Late counting dollars like sheep it's not thrilling
One, two, three, four,
now I got me some golf moms
Fucked them on that dot com
Million-plus streams to date
Driving by in that eight eighty-eight (Yuh)
Fuckin' yo bitch
She
time to discuss it (Discuss)
I do the whole in one I don't putt shit
First comes the Hate, followed by the Love but it's late (Late)
Money was the aim
Ima swing by and pick up ya' hoe
Heart full of hate wear the hate on my arm
I'm from a place where you can't make it far
Don't need no bar to make top
effort's paying off, go get it by any means
I don't pay no hate attention, I don't feel like there's a need
Especially if they ain't hot as me
Now take it
Seem like I can’t get enough. We bring in dem Digits to feed our dependents it have been a minute since I was down bad why u think ima grind till
If I'm two minutes late then I have a panic attack
So I'm eternally early I wait by myself in the back
I look around, thinkin' everyone hates me
But
He was born in the triple 0
Older brother, two parents, just a young boy
Small town, small house
Trouble maker, always running around
Moving on, he
Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces?
You better OD until you DOA
In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on
The next shit that we own and we don't
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
the deadliest hoes
Gotta represent, nigga so meet me at the minute
And if you living how I'm living, stay behind the tenant
Marble floors mink rugs and got
1234567
Rap like hell make it sould like heaven
7654321 zero
Black supermen is back as your hero
Here ye , here yo
America the beautiful
Beautiful,
Bro, ain't no way
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At the tone, please record
year being rich, now I'ma cop me a brick
(Brick, brick, brick)
Niggas hate the bricks
Then they shittin' bricks
Fuck the hit 'n' miss
Niggas
shine a lot cause I grind for mine
Why hate on me you far behind
You wastin' time by talkin' down
You considered trash and I'm in my prime
You feelin'
I’ma drop down when the sun go
Send the location, 5 minutes, baby, don’t go
‘Tamos en el centro del rondo
Pero controlando como Xavi con mi combo,
We giving you fuck boys
Five minutes to get the hell up out the club
(Five minutes, bitch) david Banner
BME Click big Face (Big Face)
Big Face,
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