Lyrics:
just a fling
That’s communication, let me show you the light
I mean illumination
Adding to each other, that’s a new equation
That’s where the solution
looks like something
You could tell me anything
But not that I'll be nothing
Cause then you're fucking up
And ima really show you something
I've surpassed
So like
what do you do
I'm an artist
Oh really
Yea
Don't you think the world has enough of those
I mean that's not even a real job
How do you expect
getting money while y'all lying asleep
Either you come and pay respect or you gone buy the bleed
Because i really got some niggas that will fire for me
My
to the goal and it's you
So wait for me cause I'm gone show you the proof
I'll spell it with letters, my alphabet soup
I to the L Y, girl I really love you
I
fame at one two three
I'll be riding in my caddy
When you think of me
Famous
Want everybody to know my name
Famous
Trips round the world
Just to show my
the nigga in the crowd are you really wit me?
And when you hear it then nigga then zip it
These make you want to reposition and pivit
When we write it
running 'em
Na, really like spikes running 'em
You should applaud me with a hand clap
I gave you How We Living and Layer
Cake like you can have that
Not
Look
I want the money the power and the respect
Bout to go run up a check
You can look into my face and see
I got a lot of regrets
See me pop out in
money power respect
Get you in a rover day by day getting even closer
Don't teach me how to beg just show me how it works
We striving to be best no more
when i want to ride
I am a maniac, i choose this style and fuck
Adrenaline starts to flow
Now i wanna hear and now you are really there
Now you can see
to the E
I show bare love like I did a E
Been like this from I entered the scene
Yeah, grime, I rep to the T
140, yeah I kept to the beat
If you want
said, "Punk muthafucka, won't you leave em the hell alone"
Down to the 3rd and got on the telephone
Called my bitch, but she showed me no love
Got
left that boy stiff he look like a fish stick
Remix the wrist mix him like bisquick
Do you want half or you want the whole thing
Nigga was tweaking gone
to do it, youngin
And these pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
really pours out
In a week from now
You don't like to be seen
But you're getting watched by me
Some might call me a creep
But this is me showing love
the third grade
Writing rhymes down facts
By eleven smokin doobies on the porch in the back
By twenty two felonies caught two
Ima show ya what it really do
enough to send 3 songs through
Say you'll hire me
I'll do the first one for free
But when it comes to payment, tuck your fucking tail and flee?
Not when
you do
A woman's got her pride
I don't want nothing from you
It's not what I'm about
But you've been lying, there's no denying
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Fam don't really show no love, but I'm that nigga
Crazy love come when you're dead or when you're richer
Had some convos with sis, tried to tell her
Yeah
Yeah, I'm a rock star in designer
If I do a show, I get the .9 in
Wait your turn, it's just timin' (blrrd, time)
Feed the bitch meat like
cooking with the grease
Got me climbing up your tree
I want the honey you my Queen Bee
Throw it at me like it's 3d
Head spinning like a CD
Put that bitch
unoriginal, copycats
Watch me bump this gospel rap, never wack
In fact, I tell you where the tracks is at
TV is wack, they wanna show us beatin Iraq
When
Ride or die yeah she do it all the time for me
Run the streets yeah she always on the grind with me
F police yeah you know she gone lie for me
Twin
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