Lyrics:
'm chargin by the punchline
10,000 thousand hours now I'm dumb nice
Instead of bein you y'all posin as the thug type
That's why you ain't cuttin like
cope
By the time you peep this shit here,
I'll be three times doper
Yeah, this is for the trendy G's
To ya bitches, & High School enemies
All
Lil John
Ah, ayy
Ugh, huh
Suh, shuh
Jones, Jooo
Bitches
Too much all of that goddamn shit, player
Just ballin'
I'm so tired of ballin',
You said what I'm doing is wrong
But what 'bout what I'm doing right?
I'm a real one that stuck by
But I'm a soldier
Since a youngin wanted bigger
motherfucking shit down
Yo Mystikal
Fuck that nigga
See I got some rowdy niggas with me
Now Mystikal tell me how you put it down
Nigga what
shit against me
But cant speak in front of me
I think they think they can outsmart this kid
But i got shit that no one ever did
Ive been criticized by
ain't talking, baking
Gordon Ramsey, gives two fucks about nothing
Talk chat shit about me
And I guarantee I put you in the motherfucking deep end
Search
a kid
The pressure turned me to a diamond real jewel the bricks
cnd use my past as motivation for the times I ain't have shit
Remember rockin' hand me
My pharmacist is in the streets to fuel addictive tendency’s
By any means heal my disease do anything to profit off this industry
Hate that I self
million endorsements (mil')
Tryna get on some Forbes shit (Forbes)
Wave the flag it's a forfeit
Money come 'round like a orbit (hey)
Evaporation, I
shit creek without a motherfucking paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than
damage done, yeah ya man numbed by the fight here
Popped a pill, now, less feeling like light beer
Still, I'm just trying to say what's on my heart to you
I'm coated)
Tell you once, I ain't cappin bitch this that Capri' shit, I'm goated (Aye Aye)
(Is that a beat by KiLRAKK?)
Dat shit aint right u take a youngin life u pay da fuckin price
Lemon spice
Bitch i got my ones we hotter den da son
I cant waste my time w no lil
Started, writing down all of the shit that was fucking up my mind while I was kid
Started, rapping into my phone, blasting instrumentals they ain't
one by one
You already know before it's begun
So before it's all said and done
You either fight or be living your life on the run
This vocal violence,
in a puddle of blood.
Hell's up under that mud.
They I know I'm gonna pull it.
My sawed-off draws them bullets.
I'm being pressured by these niggas
by the evening
Knowing that the odds are slim and the meals stay fat
And the clicks and swipes keep our life intact
All my friends do drugs so I
told ya. Soldier man your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries
If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means
himself so don't lose by not standing
Unproblematic been outa the way too locked in to just stop what I'm doin that's passion
Ain't shit to lose imma cook
hitting licks (yum yum)
I don't even need it no more it just give me spice
Hitting licks, eating chaat, kiddy shit, alright
Ima have to spell my bars out
just play with them keys like he wonder
No Stevie I'm blind by this shit and I wonder, I can not forget 'bout them times I was under
I don't rap for free
bitches like geronimo
Yeah my bitch a soldier
She be riding with that calico
If I put my feelings on my sleeve
Change my wardrobe
If I can't fuck with ya
soda
Cook, connect, named Sosa, Spanish chick by Ola hit it in the chocha
With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers (uh)
I'm 'bout
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