Lyrics:
is now
I'll catch you by my looks
And lock you with my charm
You'll fall for my brains
And die for all the rest, cause I'm gloss
Glossy baby,
Always crank dat with my roommate
This album is on time, not at all late
Ain't no way this album don't go viral
Watch out before I pull up with the rifle
Fall in line!
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Are we smart? (Yes!)
Are we strong? (Yes!)
Have we had enough of the bullshit? (Yes!)
Show 'em
(Oh!)
(On
Yeah... Bucks... In The Bucks We Trust
I keep on getting better by the day
I'm working gotta an album on the way
I'm thankful for the blessings that
now I'm in Phoenix sun (damn)
'Cause I'm a Golden State warrior that stay on the run
I'm in the truck, countin' up Milwakee Bucks
And I stay with
already know what I'm about homie
I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie
You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie
Or step out
mine
Now look at me
Open for Jidenna, Drake, Miguel and JoeyBada$$
With three badasses and a legend with a supreme past
Been recognized by my city
it boy you next
Told em I’m coming back wit 10 but he ain’t tripping dawg he blessed
Money be coming in and out I’m losing count I’m feeling stressed
than the churn out makes
But I'm a Phoenix, I went from ashes to classes
Shoebox to plastic
Credit could buy what ever imagined
Developing habits I
Yo, hah yo, rah, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by
through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos
Look
Perfect balance between Apollo n' Dionysus
Irish spring body wash wit charcoal I light her fire
Phoenix lovers Scorpio shawties loyally soothe
switching gears just trying to figure out where I have been
The addict in me pulling at my cash to pull a pen
And I promised to myself so many times that I
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
Real niggas know the real Bey
Get rich until they kill Bey
Even then they still will feel Bey
Strip Club on a Wednesday
Know the pretty boy been paid
Yes, yeah, uh, uh
Youngest out of four but I continue to ball
More big brothers than Davina McCall
It's King Sam, back with another one
Wren Boy
granddaddy was an alcoholic and it killed my mother
So I told myself I would roll up
Vice grippin like a choker
Life told me Game Over
You're not solider, boy
Makin' bangers by the minute
Look at my bank, lot of digits
Look to the top, sky's the limit
Out in Paris, we get lit
So tell me why would I quit
like a snow plow
Juliet to my Romeo
Colby where art thou
The love that we had was straight out of a play
I really like Colby
Maybe I'm gay
Hold up why is
that I'm done with this song that I figure out
What's gonna make you fall in love?
I know you got your wall wrapped all the way around your heart
spend that shit
Invest it in some real estate
Put the money offshore
Sneak it out the back door
Meet me at the drugstore
Two albums dropped
Guess that was
getting singled out by teachers, was I winning? No
For situations that I got into with other kids
I would take the bigger fall, and they'll be good and free
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