Lyrics:
got conned
By the blonde dude who said "I got you"
I got a plant named "Bartholomew" a name that
Probably none of you have as the first or the last
the Sriracha, I put that shit on all of mine
Busting like Columbine combined with a terrorist's mind
That's been confined in four walls for some time
They
were different, for they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to Saint Paul
And I'm in Colorado, when I'm not in some hotel
Living out
my crown, taking my throne
Ain't giving a fuck who's above me
Ain't wasting my time
Cause i'm on my grind
And i'm taking my shot like Curry
I'm living
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
pass my by
That's why I stay oh so high
One blunt
Two blunts
Three blunts
Four
Never stop, Never slow my roll
Times so fast, always pass my by
That's why
living in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the cops wanted, didn't have time to ask
[Hook]
Seen my homeboys cooling way way out
Told 'em
found the one
Told mom that so many times that I'm sounding dumb
'Cause she started to mix Ashley up with Tanesha
And saying "Hi Britney" when I'm
be the last
I gotta slow down cause I'm living too fast
It's time to admit I need some help
Still living with my momma, can't feed myself
Life
the bank and
I want all of my 50's in cash
Bitch, I'm tired of living, check to check
I need twenty models and some extra sex
Smiling in my grave
Bitch I'm
I remember that I was broke, that's was a year ago, I ain't going back again
My niggas don't play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after
We make the club jump every time we walk in this bitch
Yea, we shining. You can tell my niggas is rich
Rozay and Patron at my throne, women at my
Slang's already here street for the police
With your uploading is overloading your downloading and living by the coded by your file folders
Cos locally
be movin' four deep
Now all the bitches wanna fuck up on me
And when I hit it tell her "focus on me"
I'm countin digits by my fuckin lonely
I'm countin
turned me to a fucking man (21)
Living by the code, I don't talk to police (never)
Stand up when I'm pissing, can't no nigga ho me (pussy)
Rapping like
used to new social norms
Four quick years gone in a flash
Now I wish I could go back
So I'ma make this last
Give it all I got
Cause eight months time
locked up
From Queens doing time, we still
(keeping it real, packing steel
Getting high) playing the street game
The only way to get by is
(keeping it
know your body been mine?
I know you know I know
Sexy, nasty, have no guideline
One day, four times
You don't mind that I don't care (pleasure,
bugging me
My niggas gone spray him with Raid
Koeingsegg go up to 270 MPH
Cops cannot see me in a high speed chase
Got Cactus Jack IV’s
Might buy some
to them niggas
They be fake reppin
Lil4way they just where a nigga from
Don't you tell em niggas shit
Leave em lookin dumb
Catch me by the quick pic
Members Only, Choppa My-, Murder Came Opportunity
Just however you wanna put it
I recorded this jawn right here on Big Scarr birthday
Tee P and Paul
Gotta cherish who keep it solid cuz most Niggas flaw (most these niggas flaw)
I'm the truth like Paul pierce and most these niggas slaw (3-4)
Yea aye
started
With 4 in the morning recording?
God damn..
The only time you shine
Is when you're underneath a blacklight
You need Jesus
And to be baptized
You
out the window, I see my brothers and sisters living a life
Man, it's giving straight by the system
And I'm young and 18, already thinking about riches
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