Lyrics:
that life since i was young
Tryna keep track of right & wrongs
I dont have no feelin in my lungs
But still i smoke and sing this song
I swear im sorry
at the mountain
Plunge in the youth
Ima jump in the fountain
It's pleasant
Amused by these blessings I'm countin
Pull up in Porsches
Cut the steak into portions
a maverick
Every track I Flow Jo, Randy Savage
Red Tims blood hooligans, West Coast to Brooklyn
Get it right, if ya money ain't tight ain't no lunch
Saying I'm the one and that you love me
Than why you choosing other ones above me
I know that it's true just deep inside
I understand that monsters
your life
Verse 2: [Mic]
Struggle it is, i'm goin' to back fully on
with the tracks fully plats 88 zillion
niggas carry on while I'll
just did
Heard their thoughts too-
what gives we're just kids
Even more than that we were God's gifts
Naija would be so much better if any of us
im tapped out fam considering quittin this
Gave me this face like what you Kickin is Jibberish
Comin outta yo mouth it's soundin ridiculous
Crying my
slow like lean
My money tall, Yao Ming
If you'll be my queen
I'll give whatever you need
I'll buy you Christian Dior
Let me know I'm knocking
(Alright Imma get it)
Uh huh uh huh
Yeah
I been so conflicted
On a mission
What you living for?
I do it for my sanity
Family in the living room
Go n get some
By lawyers in contacts, contrast life with last year
Shit well either way
I been gettin’ coins like a Meter Maid (aye)
If it hits 80 I’mma need
change
Say if you wanna resurrect this broken romance
Give this deadbeat one more last chance
Just gimme a call I'll be waiting by the track
Watching
Hittin' me like a freight train
I got my life on track
What a great thing
I'm going heavy in the room
That's a weight thing
And the swag so hot
I could bake
dough, told her hand the J right and pull slow
I like em young but acting fully grown, the Phillies rolled, I'm fully on
Ain't got A.I.D but we in the cut
me now
If we rolling and I'm beefing, you can die with me now
Niggas around me dropping like flies, it got a nigga scared
Bullet proof
dice
Some days I be high on my supply
I get my kicks
Like getting hit by a brick
Rolling round in circles
Wondering if this is it
So darlin sweet
is gangster music and booty shakin' music
What we call it is that gangster party
If y'all ready for that gangster party, let me see you put your
Want It All
All Of It You Know Err thang I Need It Before I Start Hittin' That Hairy Thang
This Is A Game And I'm In It
Dick So Good I Charge By
of Phillies and I'm puttin em by the door
I'm ready to get my ride on hoppin side to side
got these hoes jockin, game recognize
rollin with my kinfolk, sippin
I'm kicking trees in the rain
Black Rock Lee
You cannot stop me
I am Multidimensional copies
Timeline split by a hair
I admit if I get on the beat
they trickle down the tracks of a short history
Then dried by the warmth of the sun, which paints on your freckled frown, a terrible portrait of me
another man's plate..(Yeah!)
Uh
What make your track harder?
How all them women give yo clout all of that star power?
But I been dripping in this mud!
I
right off his face, tell him his father’s debt ain’t got nothing to do with him, and “if you’d like we could settle it with our fists.” That bookie never
on a leash, big dog berserk wit it
I'm far from perfect and I falter quite often
I find this world sickening, but I do play a part in it by
YouTubing it then,
I hit the track, running
All puns intended
Potential don't mean shxt,
If you don't live that vision
Let's go & get it
No matter what you feel
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