Lyrics:
Drop a good song now I know what they're expecting
But it didn't make me better it just worsened my depression
No it's a real bitch living up
mixing codine up
Clean on the scene getting stuck
I done jump dine
Bout a hundred hoes with me
Pinky ring bitch they know I'm getting jiggy
I done jump
myself ballin', want my credit, ya
Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh
Vroom, V12, y'all ain't ready dog
Trapping beats, I'm like
doors
Got my old-school Chevelle and it's ruby brown
And that car make that vroom-vroom, sk...rrrrt sound
When I pass by your place they say, "Turn down
the truth, I'm like W'Allah
Every time I make a movie it be Sci-Fi
Looking scary in that Ghost when I ride by
Niggas sayin' I wouldn't make it, I'm like why
flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank
I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
Left
a bitch about my grip
Bubblegum bubblegum chew it by the pound
Ass super fat, I'm not a square cause I'm around
If you choose to blow it, make sure you
save me
my wrist flashy with the silly bands and frosted flakes
come to my house and i make you sign a NDc
i'm like deadmau5 if he had a soul and went by
capture this
Move back a bit? Please tell me
Why the fuck you think that I would ever leave
Wonder who's the god, bitch
They wonder who it fucking be
Me
BON V'IVANT LIKE A VAGABOND
Avant garde but I'm non chalant
Migratory nomadic, prodigal and beyond it golden sun
My chronicles become logical when I
miss the way she would reach for my hand
I really miss the way she would make me feel like her man
I wonder if we’ll ever get to try it all again
Time
Checkin me out like I'm po-po
Bring a friend don't go solo
Let's bail in your car
V-12 double-oh
got a bag a weed make a left on Monroe
Three philly's from
a bag on a Louis V jacket
In love with the fashion imma addict
I dont want that shit you can take it
But if ur pussy clean bitch come make me
Not so tough
haze on me
Going by Blaze, way before I got blazed
Going through the maze like a nigga know his way - I'm
Walking with a limp like a nigga hold the K, I
squirm inside their shoes
Don't disturb them
Snugly tucked inside society
They slumber soundly as they waste away
Confused by every move you make
Do you
roled around in a drop top V
Like me, like we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it all you need me)
Young buck, catch up
Yep
I'm a prime time
think you do
Rose pulled out a X5M & I pulled out a Bentley coupe
Lately I've been getting to
cll these bags
They ain't see me in a minute
You gone see
our style
Devil's in me, so fly can get so violent
Bustas silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills that make me trill
Trill enough to kill
like we hitting the court
Go on and brush on my fangs
I keep ‘em really clean because I smile all day
What today brings, how we make it a thing
Bring
you can’t tell me nothing
I riding super clean chicken with the stuffing
Who the fuck you rolling with
Bitch that’s just my cousin
We working we working
five, like a demon
Time running out, but you watching me
It paid a love, but you hate for free
I just kick it with the saints, call me Brulee
How you
faded than me
But I can't ask him, 'cause the doctors couldn't save him, baby
My mama clean as holy water, hallelujah
We total opposites, I'm dirty
Can you get the hell off the phone
I'm trying to get online
I want to see them tell me how I feel inside
Am I living, am I dying
Am I really sitting,
on the rise, pulled down by a pile
Of ignorance and fear and pain
A six-foot high wall that makes no sense at all
Cruelly coated in anti-climb paint
Five
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