Lyrics:
you're telling me
By two eleven I fell into my mentality
Id I can't tell you that you're bell then why you belling me ah
getting ahead of me ah because
to look Miss Sheila in her eyes and watch her cry
And Pooh Bear out is his top since you been gone all lil' bruh know is slide
But I can't knock him
i feeling like i've lost Him
But then he comes back to me
One day I'll run out off my mind
You'd be fine
Every time
But I will still be by your side
up with some Hitler’s
Can’t catch me riding dolo, bitch I’m riding with my hitters
Hollows at your liver make your body do the twister
I got
to judge remember you got issues too
See everyone got issues just not the same as you (Woo woo)
Seems like I never make a move yah that's got me stressin'
Mess with the boy end up in shit
I told them I don’t need my fist
I have my ways
You go relate
By the time way I make man to maintain
Wetin Dey sup
Like you can't spell my name
Without spelling I'm him
Like a younger version of HOV
Blinged out to brim
Underrated but I'm skill with the pen
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
told me to make a wish and make the shot and it'll come true
So I flicked my wrist, I heard a swish and then that's when I knew
You could do whatever,
wave "Hi" when they watch me
Can't stop me every time official
Better find my residuals or this nine gone lift you
"He was a fine individual" what
then it's up, I ain't doin' talking
You really makin' me mad, got the demons talking
I did him real bad they said it was shocking
Tryna break all his
calling me a witch"
Look at how they made him, look how much they gave him
Look at all the assists, nigga, if it wasn't for Premier
You wouldn't be, if
kicking you out, so sing it out loud, aye
Feel my Savior in the building, that's my Abba, Abba
Can't live without the guidance of my Father, Father
Bless me
inside
You can tell by looking in my eyes
Bust it open for a nigga make him alive, feel alive
Girl, tell your man you're unavailable
Girl, put your phone
know that feeling ryt?
That makes you wanna murder some,
For me I get it all the time
It fix ur heart and steal ur life,
Ryt when you thought you were
Worship Him right now it'll be that other Twelve soon
Jesus said you can't work when that night come
Old Testament full of Jesus posing for that Nikon
One O
whisper
"Yo P's not the same, did you see him diss you?"
I go deep into my thoughts, then I questioned my brain
It wasn't me, the money, or the fortune, it
Dear Will Olenyik, I'm sorry that I'm late
I know the way you think of me, I'm hoping that can change
I been going through it I hope that you can't
I’m coming
With a bottle and a couple of freaks
Little homie by the whip tryna get him a peak
But I’m finna go in gotta take me a leak
All you tricks
to cry
That body could do whatever, that's no lie
Gotta make it to gettin bigger makin me want to slide
Up under my apple tree, better yet you on top
to cry
That body could do whatever, that's no lie
Gotta make it to gettin bigger makin me want to slide
Up under my apple tree, better yet you on top
That body could do whatever, thats no lie
Gotta make it to gettin bigger makin me wanna slide
Up under my apple tree, better yet you on top of me
all play dumb like they ain't heard of me
So I'ma murder them before they murder me
Can't paint the town red cause all I see is burgundy
So if you
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