Lyrics:
to save mine
Hangin’ by a thread, so I pen lines
I done been to da edge about ten times
Take a breath, recollect, then climb
I never wait (Never wait)
I put
moving by my lonely
Tried it once before now I'll never be the old me
Lies that they told me, had me moving low key
Watched the oops but should have
cried
I simply kissed her on the head and promised not to die
Gun in my hand over 10,000 feet
Thought about my life and I wished it was unique
Droppin'
sweet cause you sang a song
Me I'm sweet cause of how they born - me in two thousand and one
They get a 100k and flex
My guy spent 10 times that for fun
All the hoes love greedy
Fucking on em while I'm peaking
Yes I'm off the pill
Yo bitch up on my jock
.40 by my dick baby I got two cocks
Be careful
This the victory lap, go riddle me that
E to the X to the C's sweet as sex can't you see
Exchecker's coming in on pole position
Come to show you MCs
can man serve out the foil
Whip the rock pot hot like a boil
Smooth dude when I walk I drip oil
Don't trust niggas they on dirt like it's soil
I
scriptures that they cling on
Keep on
Even when the pressure tryna fold you like a three-prong
Through the stress channel Malcolm X
Getting your "by any means"
introduce myself real quick
You know Waukee stand about 5'10 lightskin
Rougher, than chapped alli-gator skin
Temper short nigga fuse even shorter so I suggest
groaning and wounded by our greed
Her rivers are all dirty and she's starting to bleed
Her oceans are poisoned and oil blood sucked away
The air now full
the towns
I use nostalgia and load it in the sounds
Abusing sour we blow it by the pound
Got an iced out medallion with bezels in the crown
I took her out
Highway 10, twenty below
We're running late, running late for the show
Drive to survive, drive to arrive
If we put the hammer down we can make it
rather
Have a picnic in the breeze or
Put some oil on ya knees, I don't know
Umm
Eat some fruit by a tree
Come do that with mic kid
You can do that
I'm
them
Your tribe and your whole committee
But ima tryna keep the peace and look up at the sky
Is that a chem trail or is it poison flying by
X marks
want a real soldier grindin for the Clout
Cant fuck with lames niggas
Needin hand outs
You better treat her right
Or get X'd out
If she fuckin wit me
Her
them
Your tribe and your whole committee
But ima tryna keep the peace and look up at the sky
Is that a chem trail or is it poison flying by
X marks
showed
This ain't what Nipsey meant by
Staying ten toes
But cool cause a nigga know
So I do better
Who better to love you for you?
Ask your reflection
Sit
You ain't makin money little boy you need to start soon
Whole lotta gas by my bed this the fart room
We smoke gas oil
You smoke grass soil
How the fuck
and buried in mulch
Occasionally peaking out like a mole to be whacked by my new mom
I have this strange desire to become half anew
A hybrid car in need
get rich
I done fucked so many of em think my dick rich
Pussy smell like olive oil wait no that's a thin mint
All these bitches by me tho I just see
before I hit it cause the vibe different
I be in my bag but in my studio vibe Nigga
Pour that lean dark like motor oil proceed to sipping it
Pussy nigga
in his house now
Wipe off your toes bro
Carbon footprints are a no no
The oil companies are gassed out
They're running so low
Go tell the politicians
a fuckin' sandwich
Osama Impression bro, fuck you William
And fuck your fat whore
Bitch, you can suck my balls
I fuck you by force
Donald Trump Impression
ain't no going home.
Not now, not later, this the pad now, get out ghastly hater!
AMERICA, BABY.
Big guns, oil rig, tiny heart for black art, shut that
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