Lyrics:
to the pad I got this art mastered
Got a good will for success, you in the way I let em all have it
My energy shifted
Ricocheting negative vibes for who
even supposed to be a date oh no
Yet here we are with all of these feelings
Like is it a vibe or am I high nigga what is this?
The room got smaller
I'm
3.5 in my blunt, ballin' like K.D.
I just dropped a song, finna upload on say cheese
Niggas fallin' off, I'm finna' make yo' ass a damn meme
She
some soldiers locked down
It's been perfect for what we doin when they drop down
It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it
Picture this, all of us,
my ride i don’t need that rarri
매일이 너의 birthday 또 오늘 밤도 party해
you never let me off 근데 넌 마치 Cardi B
my love my baby i’ll be a good namchin for you
i’ll
Little Riding Hood, just Red leftover
Just the red leftover from
This master of disguise
I ain't paying for this meal like
My card has been declined
He's
and we must protect the hive
And to be honest I never felt so damn alive
Time passing by and we started loosing people
Called to retreat they brought some
Nonessential
I’m Nonessential
Would somebody please check my credentials
I’m Nonessential
Been here for three and a half weeks ain’t done a damn thing
But
Leray
On my feet be some retros- ain't talkin' bout Tae
Kids 'don't try this at home', need a feature with Dae
Niggas 'GoingDown1st' better stay in yo
bitch
This whole thing feels like a song I've never sung
For the white rabbit, we run, run, run
No bad habits, no more fun
For the white rabbit, we run,
effect
Never happy endings only known for regrets
Best believe they'll forget
That's what the villain would get
I really need a drink because this liquor
my, kill my, kill my, kill my landlord
I need six hundred dollars by the end of the week
My body is cold, dirty socks on my feet
Not a black sheep,
gotta get my praise on
This the fast lane, ain't no time to put the brakes on
CDG all on my feet
Calling me a hero like I play for the heat
Bitch is
Hit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for sale
Got a paper bag full of that, can't you tell
It's funky, everybody nod they head like this
I said bitch,
the roof!!
This one's dedicated to the CISI missing youth, cause
This hit the teacher with another style of mashin up
a damn dance, jams get, jammed by the PRT
of the bunk bed
I keep my cool running
No bobsled
Human body directed by a Godhead
And right before their eyes
Damn! they all surprised
Anytime I hop
of the Kiwi Sangha to see our Iwi's larger
See we breathe with the trees
All we need is to see and release these graspings
That's the art of the Lama
This
on the statement
Like damn you could say we ain't expected nun of this
But if you rewind time tae was meant for all of this
A young black kid who grew up struggling
songs in the boot for 'em
Figure this is the moment, I gotta speak now
Head high, back straight, feet down
Posture goin' crazy
Had to stand tall while
the papers, the cops are patrollin'
Not gonna stop til his oxygen gone, fuck, we just started the song
Fuck it he'd rather go rap with a mic and a beat
you believe me (trust)
Gettin' crossed cut deep, internal bleeding (hurt)
Bad vibes 'round me, I ain't need them (nope)
My niggas don't know this
I'll settle for a brick
And if I call you a friend, I die for ya
That's even if we don't communicate on Facebook
Man I was raised in the trenches by
gone expose you it's smaller than my toe
Calling you the chubby one but it should be Mr. Blow
One, two, three end you bitches like you on death row
Imma
They've undone everything we fought for, life
Feels burnt out
But still the smoke won't settle, it lingers around to suffocate you
As we fall six feet under
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