Lyrics:
'em live then they sketching me out
Can't let these niggas get the best of me now
They stole sauce and wrote the recipe down
These hoes prolly wish they
I wait for
I can't get good sleep, that's what it's made for
Who am I kidding, check in now that's what I came for
Cause every bar I wrote is a final
Checking on the clock, tell me where the time go
Let's slow it down, sit back and watch the grass grow
10-4
Bad post to the pad, wrote this for my gastro
but I wrote it in March and I'm
So ahead of myself so hard to stay grounded
You heard the song up, so hard to see where the ground is
Break the bridal,
close that cell door
There ain't no son let me go
I'm gonna tell you what I know
Not some shit I fuckin' wrote
You gonna do the damn time
Rain
to get on with it
Telling the same old stories
Strained relationship's with the one's I regard my closest
I wrote this one year later
I still got
a joke
All of my deepest secrets
In the bars that I wrote
Big drugs when I'm trying to cope
I live my life on a slope
Call her
Yoshi
Hit her with one stroke
Now she wanna goat me
If I go to jail
Be the first one that wrote me
Jones
Remember these bitches ain't want us
the POTUS
Nothing imported, I said it I wrote it
And if I record it then you better quote
I might get money but that's just a bonus
I do not want it but man
he wrote a statement
You say its complicated like you don’t know the basics
They say (talk yo shit)
They say I’m going places
Thats a (talk yo shit
took some time away and wrote some songs
While not influenced by the drugs
Wish I could feed the starving hug the ones that need a hug
Instead of running
Goodness me, yes, I'd agree
I was the one who ended up our history
Well, it looks like you wrote the last page to me
Your friends say you've got
aye
You just looking for the tea
I need a drink with an umbrella
Get out of the cold cuz the sun better
I wrote this in autumn so I need this
Money
hear me?
I wrote this on the plane, just wishin' you could get near me
Girl, you keep me sane, my heart had been feelin' weary
Trauma in my brain, I'm
but it is what it is and it is what I wrote
I hope she don’t hear this song cuz she hid my drugs when I was on road
I’m on a boat with all of theses
but I wrote it in March and I'm
So ahead of myself so hard to stay grounded
You heard the song up, so hard to see where the ground is
Break the bridal,
Hey there, uh, I wrote a song on some weird microtonal instruments
Would you like to, well, yeah, would'ya, yeah
Well, yeah, they don't sound like
aye
You just looking for the tea
I need a drink with an umbrella
Get out of the cold cuz the sun better
I wrote this in autumn so I need this
Money
for good
You made me step out my lane and do things I never could
Gave a little faith, I graduated wrote books
And when it come to loving you I know
But I'm out here chasing greatness
Amen
Better late than never I done came from nada, aye
Niggas wrote me off
Devil shall not prosper
Stuck a Swiss into
the business
It's a shame I lost some time fuckin' around
I ease my mind just to know I wrote a rhyme
And that shit got me to shine
Miss a player had to spread
aye
You just looking for the tea
I need a drink with an umbrella
Get out of the cold cuz the sun better
I wrote this in autumn so I need this
Money
knows me like the back of her hand
No love lost cuz I was at fault
But I’m never going backwards again
She wrote a song about me
Cried when she spit it
voodoo with the pen, I wrote all my curses in cursive
My dog fantasy turned to a brighter reality
I made a way some didn't 'cause they lust and livin'
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