Lyrics:
stay up on my ps and my qs yea
I know
You like the way I walk yea
You like the way I talk yea
F---- yo rules I got sh---- to do
Spendin money by
Where I come from
Yeah
A lot of niggas ain't gone make it out
If money ain't involved
I ain't hanging out
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Where I come from
Yeah
prepared for what they getting to
NIggas itching head spinning like the records do
Connected by the soul but you let a nigga go I gotta win cos I don't got
feeling like I lost you like I lost you Yeah this might be old news but I miss the old you asking what the problem is I already Told you saying that I love
it's all over, I be the bounty picker
wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go
when you fools was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row
of the story is this
You ain't queen bitch and you ain't big dick
Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10 percent diss
Well, shit I'mma break it down like this
Lot
of the story is this
You ain't queen bitch and you ain't big dick
Now I'm pissed niggas on some 10 percent diss
Well, shit I'mma break it down like this
Lot
she had a lot of dreams
I'm in this spot like I chose
Back in my bitch til I doze
Grab her gently by the throat
I'm fucking her in some J Cole's
Dream
I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot
I got a lot on my mind, I try to evade it
Problems you cannot be facing, caught up in the matrix
6 mil til
know them. I think I'll have to show them
No more fights, I am so done. Lot on my mind, got to roll one
Here we are, once again. Every day it feels like
the way
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you upon Choctaw Wridge
She and Billie Joe was throwin' somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge
One
Because I like you a lot
A whole lot more than just like
And I can't seem to stop
Thinking of you
And these words hurt a lot
Because you've seem
This pussy have you thinking I’m the cream of the crop
Bitches bow down like I’m the queen of the lot
The way I’m makin’ history call it theme
Her mans an absolute zero
So I fly by
Ya I fly high
Feels like I can touch the sky
If you think you can hold me down
You a clown
I'm laxer on my 399
pursuance
They all wack and foolish, while my rap's improving
I just send her a text, followed by dot dot
How much work you put into this? a lot lot
Her head
Mh, Mmh
I take my time
Just another day away from you
It's feeling like a whole fucking year again
All the times I said I'm made for you
She like how
So I'll be here doing me thing and if you feeling me this is for y'all
U know I'ma star but I wonder like I never shine
I'll come back in the Night
to have it the paper is automatic
Producing a lot of static and causing a lot of panic
It's on when you fuck with the don
It's like we jump on a song
Just
yet
My homie you getting played now
By the same people that you were chilling with
Yeah they showing fake love
They are now fucked up , fucked up
Me
a "hi"
'Cause I could tell by the gleam in your eye
You like cats with dough that fold up
22's when they roll up
Ma you need to slow up, hold up
temper now that you’re thinking by yourself
You’re thinking by yourself
This will be our win
End of this reign
I got a whole in my head just like
Will I ever ever find somebody like you
Will time by myself turn me to something new
Will I ever find somebody like you
Will they ever do the fuckin
why the fuck you take a loan for?
You'd better stay out by the Philly nigga
You know you pussies don't belong here
Rose go on my bottle six,
Half
lots of space
Boats docked off the lake, pool house by the water
Jet skis for my son, convertibles for my daughter
Wifey on silk pillow sets with lots
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