Lyrics:
want this
You may just end up in a coffin
I'm the undertaker, dig another grave for rappers that don't even know that they lost yet
Another degenerate
somethin'
I don't play about my hard drive, get your ass whooped if you leak somethin'
Niggas always tryna sneak somethin' (21, 21, 21)
Went to Bleveland
sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail
I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down, try to get my feet on solid
of the show money printer
I'm sick and tired of these little shitters
Address me by name prefixed with mister
Mr. Protagonist did you fuck your sister
I kissed
Similar to bitches that's scary
Get too near me then rush 'em
Visions of overpacked prisons
Millions of niggas thug livin’
Precious, three strikes
Hope they
keeping the faith
24 hours 365 to the end of our days
Crossing out one by one
Then we make an escape
We ready to rush
I don't think you really want it with
I'm crazy with this shit
That crazy shit that I spit
Proves you can't get this sick
Without losing your sanity first
I don't need the chance to rehearse
last for long forever (Lord, Lord)
I know you been tryna give me your love, but I don't want none
It ain't really help you gotta thug where I come
mental
Can we keep it at my tempo?
I don't want to rush it can we keep it at my tempo?
By your lonely overthinking everything
Always aggravated by
look straight behind
If you rush out to find it
It's disappeared from your view
You don't know what you should do
I want to see the sun
Want to see
Living too fast til I'm gone (Gone)
She want my love tryna rush
What is the rush? We is young (Young)
I don't want love, I want tongue (Tongue)
Millions
straight flights no turbulence
Grab you by your throat no turtle necks
Pause, juggle it
Ion fuck with toms ain't muggling
Better Chase a bag don't fumble it
try, you'll find it's hard.
Well you and I ain't ever gonna come to terms
So find some other chicken,
I don't want your worm.
I ain't your hen, mister
I arrive at the spot and my presence is felt
A couple of opps on the scene so I’m heavily strapped by the waist like a Gucci belt
If them boys want
nice in a strange town
'Cause we don't know, don't care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy
nice in a strange town
'Cause we don't know, don't care
And we got to go, man
Rush my money to the record shops
I stop off in a back street
Buy
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
of jeans
A favorite song to sing
And when I'm in the mood to hear good music play
I'm entertained by my favorite D.J.
I want to dance and think
beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
Dre told me not to trust you niggas
Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas
Just walk around
'm trying to get rich off this hazmat flow, and raise the NASDAQ
I don't play by your rules
I'm here for generational wealth, these fools chase jewels
on the screen, expose my identity
Keep your eye on me
Keep your focus on me
Mister police, no we ain’t homies
Fuck the police
All my Maori’s, let me hear you say
I
said he's got a drop
I'm over there, don't say a word
And if I get knicked, I know the ting
Don't say a word i can sell lyrics now
What's your budget for
the others baby I don’t play it safe
Just tell me what you want and I’ll do what it takes, yeah
You know that the summer ain’t enough time to make you mine
Yeah, uh
Tell me what you really like
Baby, I can take my time
We don't ever have to fight
Just take it step-by-step
I can see it in your eyes
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