Lyrics:
album man that's in the works
That's going to happen, I'm not even worried about it
This one for the ladies
For the homies
And for the ones that can't do
Another day at work, I'm just grinding on my gears
On some TGIF, the weekend's finally here
It means Follow Friday, the choice is kinda hard
Let's
on nose like Poucan Sam
Come and test me, end up in that damn sand
The plan, new year, sittin' on my throne
My mom's here, she be sittin' on that clone
I
You might wanna whip me, I don't
I ain't runnin' 'round with no hoes
I don't live my life by your code
I just work my hands to the bone
I don't grind it
A's can't stop
Strays if I'm able
Verbally harassed by everybody you live with
What makes you think you won't be judged
When even God is a critic? I
the chills tryna make a few spills
I'm on the grind still tryna find my mind
I wish I tried to find the ones who were kind
I was full of spite when I left that
soil while you still redeemable
You hanging with them losers them offenses get repeatable
I hate that I see you drowning right before my eyes
You got
rhyme it rhyme and if it don't it don't, fuck it
I don't really know how to make a love song that sound good
All my old relations toxic I was stuck in my
seen him alive
But one thing was certain
The Tomb was indeed empty
And noted by all accounts
But even more interesting
His following didn't dry out
times at least an he was killed by the same beast unleashed my venom within him and hit him with plenty momentum I really torture him then put them in
by God and I'm chosen, I'm holdin' this world in my hands
Just blessed to be stackin' these bands
Not lucky, just needed a chance, to do what I needed
I live my life in the passing lane.
Can you please hold while I write my next album?
All my tracks are on the charts, pull them up and let you
speak
Living life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out
comprends pas
C'est qui ces deux bonhommes
Came in the world butt naked
Nigga tall like Embiid
Got no time for hatred
TWINNIN' album wicked
Surrounded by drug
But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring
bad, baby
But if you think that was somethin
Wait till you hear the album
He-he-hey
I like to give a shout to my son [Name]
And ??? to Eric the Wiz
And you know I ain't talking tusk
Bewildered by the foes in my eyes
There shoes will never fit to my size
I'm too big to fit there is no dice
Want bars like
buggin when you rhyming always keep my flows
Shaq dunking the 90's how I reach my goals,
Shaq, Dudley in the 90's how I greet my foes
Carolina where you
brain to the face (Face, face)
Smarter this is where I stay (Stay, stay)
Carter this harder I’m catching my Z’s
and I’m going beyond like I’m Jay (Going
Chicago style is 12 below
Tell me where they sell Girbaud's nigga never sell your soul
Your albums like those finger waves lyrically a green beret
Rip
nie zdążyć
Joł a my se już luźniutko cyk cyk i takie tam
I jakieś splif splif i jakieś yhm aha
Masz coś do życia To mu podskocz by się odbić
Wciąż
[Remedy]
Mic check, I walk around the Shao'
Wit the jet black nine by my waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best white
Inside of my mind This is do or die
Something most ain't ready for
Dreams come to life when the force of luck favors the work performed
I done seen alot of
I remember thinking I was crazy
Cause I never really had a fuck to give
My own members drinking, getting hazy
Cause we never really had enough
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