Lyrics:
Now haul ass, I got a meetin bout seven
Basically I'm saying bye bye like uh
I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?
Can't a young man make money
blues
This life is perplexing
I been taking shapes to the dome and it ain't Excedrin
We spoke for twenty-seven minutes
Telling me about the new man you
into the sunset
Tryna reach my destiny fast
It's these two bags of cash
.44's cocked, I ain't making no more stops
'Til I hit the spot, I made it
like candy) listen
These man are bait on the rod for the sharks in the sea
Big dargs with the glee with the bars Got the free
Jet Li; Wesson I'ma spazz
they'll say, "Trudeau"
Papi chulo, grippin'
And I got the flows, steal like boot toes
You boys reachin' new lows
Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper
Yeah (Go Squad)
Ayy
Look
I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me
The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all
face
That I'm ten times better
I'm backed by God, so I don't have try that hard
Cause I'm ten times better
Keep the boots clean stomping to Luke ten
these obsessions
Not doing this shit for the
Accolades or seconds whole
Lot of ups and downs while
Working through apprehensions
Everything we've found
gallon
Of laxatives by accident just to shit on you has-beens
Had it been for my past tense, I wouldn't be rapping
See these streets made me, broke me
[Intro: movie sample]
We are all obligated to pay off the debt
The national debt to these international banksters
That's - that's the bottom line
Oh my god, are y'all twins
Shark up out the water, I just left from by the bay
I just fucked your main hoe, got her wetter than a tank
Feel like
not sent to God
For the bearing of his fruit
Not one day will go by where I don't make
Satan kiss my boot
Got my hands up
Money in my pockets
Got my
would use tech to hunt whales. Sounds like a train or motorcycle the older sounds, the new sounds are made by male whales only. innovative male. waves
our own cloud
We made it to love
We faded in love
We made it to love
You see
You are the second me
And I know
We made it to love
I'm just where I want
no Romeo, but I'm sort of like a Capulet
Already related, dated, made it all really creative
With the way I made it
Seem she think that all these
engulfed by your essence
I'm off on the 2nd, I know you want seconds
Can't believe you copped these Giuseppes
It's technically your technique
What's up with
But as every second that goes by
I feel it's just a waste of time
If I'm not with you
If home is where the heart is
Then my home is where you are (my
With diamonds and TRU tats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
Third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause
and cable, plus they labeled me Savage
For the love of it
Till my death, they stay on sum other shit
Pops shoot, second nut, inherited his stuborness
Skies are
passed by
So we gotta toast one time for the bad guy
Guess we Gotta Say Goodbye to the bad guy, bye to the bad guy
Too sweet for life for the dude was mad
darling, darling
I got cats with autism and cats that are blind
Forty seven thousand tickets were sold on tour, Craig, testify
I can cross my heart, I can
I feel for you has never once changed
And the games that I've played, mistakes I made
Leave me sorrier than you'll ever know
We got a problem,
to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But I was taught by the G from that old school,
As I got older, the old
Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold
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