Lyrics:
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
I like a lil dime piece yeah
Please yeah
Move over if you weak yeah
It's niggas in here that ain't tryna be cheap yeah
Could tell you was cappin upon
that hate out your blood its all Over your face
720K ima die for this shyt I swea we Got the streets ina headlock
Coach 9 built this shyt nigga brick by
Take rest of feet
Give it a balm please
Dump the apologies
Choices called by the same beast of all Helen's name
Prowled upon skies again
With pinken
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
of chickens
Got a lot of G's so I do a little trickin
Hoe take this lil' money bitch and go on about ya business
Every day is Christmas, every night is
a bicycle, grab a tri wheeler
Fly high nigha, I go high knees
Right by niggas, on a plane
I'm a sky dweller
Siamese five eye niggas
Gotta muscle head
Like I
royce
look my vest
100% goat
million dollar对于我们 只能算last
look at me step by step then to the best
look my choice
up in the sky
平步青云 and we flow like
Don't fuck with no po-po
Mr melancholy dojo, oh shit
Flow so loco, go Goku so quick
Or maybe Majin Buu
Solitary mobbin', who am I avoiding today?
religion denim
how I’m out here looking gorgeous
your girlie keep on starring
guess you running outta options
she know I’m Mr
yeah
Mr anonymous
(yeah)
to see me take a loss
And I know she don't really really fuck with me
She seen a lil' cash, now she's claimin' that she stuck with me
I be in the cut
All the fucking money up in my pocket had me feeling alright
Yea
All the fucking dope up in my chest had a lil nigga all in the sky
Yea
I just popped
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
And pour me up to the sky
Fill my shit to the brim
And I'm gon' take me a sip
Time slowing like "Whoa!"
And I'm starting to move slow
Backwoods by the pack
the FaceTime, low-key like the bassline
Got smoke and I keep rollin' up
Yeah, I keep rollin' up
Keep gettin' high, beats gettin' low, we gettin' by
I can't
better come wit that four
This 20 got magazines and I ain't talkin +The Source+
Mr. Pain'll change the game by the time I'mma reign
I catch a charge
songwriter and film producer, Mr. Franklin Shepard!
I am Franklin Shepard
And I also was my class valedictorian here twenty-five long years ago
Are these
dont u tell me no
I been dead before
Had to let her go
had me flowin like a ghost
now I’m up let’s have a toast
lil bitch don’t u call me out
I've had enough of this nightmare, it's time to cut all the threads
Despite the fame and the might, achieved by The Faceless Knight
I am the one who
do the most
By myself no need to toast
Missing calls like missing friends
Girl this night don't have to end
Pick you up and bring your friends
Say you
Noe sox, im always rushing and i leave them at home
First jay and dame break up now everyday i wake up
Eyes only covered by shade
What thought i act
by myself after travelin' the world a hunnid deep
I watched Bobby get shot in his face
I seen lil Kurt intestines fall straight out his waist
These
around the corner", and popped her li'l punt
Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door
Laurent when I fly by
Everything lead you right here to me
Got you on this one way
Shout to them girls
Toast to them niggas
That told you maybe someday
I
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