Lyrics:
Every single day at 4: 30 AM I wake up
I'm so angry at all the injustice
I donated cash by the hundreds
What's this? Oh, it's my new Ferrari
It's not
by the window
Highly with the Hemet nigga, we the hood heroes
Hit-boy, Spank Nitti, Wiggle Nation, we on
Wiggle Nation, Surf Club
Yeah, put some
is to sit for hours watchin the drier
And at the strip club, is the Bride of Frankenstein
With a back so hairy that it's a crime
Before you visit
take her word cause she’s true to it
You know this love ting kinda news to me
I ain't used to it
You know we used to picking tings at the club
Everything
the whip, show me the VIP, play you a sample
Louboutin, Louboutin, if you can handle
I haven’t changed, only my fame, I gotta bag of dough
Promise I will,
know she's only getting close to get Over her ex
Who knew the hottest bitches weather the Coldest effect
I'm inspired by love
I been tired of clubs
moma
Real life crime drama
We come straight from the backstreets to the boulevards
Steal your cash, compromise your credit card
Plus we stimulated by
here before
It’s like super cool
But you’re like super cute
So like, can I have your number?
Okay
Oh and by the way, my name’s Jane
the last time,
new city, new social club,
lock the door, open up,
if this is home... well,
i don’t know,
tried to focus on this other other shit and only
on a mission to color the often composition
So while you glisten, I'm ripping a dark to sketch a verse
I self medicate a sickness only getting worse
An auditory
You are now listening to Italianno Records
Yeah, it is...
Head honcho baby
I herard such and such
In this industry
Don't know much
But It might
by a cover but niggas can't read titles up
Imma country ass nigga
Who grew up while shooting guns
Imma about to go
Imma bout to go
Journey home
Imma
on a mission to color the often composition
So while you glisten, I'm ripping a dark to sketch a verse
I self medicate a sickness only getting worse
An auditory
all you want, but I'm already vacant
No please keep praying, that's the only way that I'll survive
But just remember you aren't entitled to my time
What
faded thought I was Asian
Living it up the incomes amazing
Me and Queens are related
Stripping the bands in the club feeling naked
Wasting my cash I know
in my soul, it's getting so old
It's getting so old
Yeah, yeah
I saw the light in her eyes, skin-toned, sun-kissed
She was standing by herself but she
to the ban
Con to the tact, move with the hand
Feelin really dry, ask me why
Red as the white, surrounding the eye
Spy, my drive by, you can try
To hide from
with the rhyme of the dope house mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keep it the realest
[Carolyn:] Only u cuz
of mirrors I'm at home reflections
And by reflections that's demons
Telling me that you ain't nothing to believe in
Forbidden fruits the only way I get a way
Preaching all things are possible, you got the pow'r if only you will believe
They'll be broken
Broken Bottles Broken Bottles
My addictions broken
Broken
Friday (Friday)
It's my birthday bitch it's my day (My day)
I'm finna turn up my way
Only at night is when I play
For tonight you're not a saint
Going
Everything I do is for my parents
I’m trying to cop dad my a McLaren
I'm trying to cop my momma a crib
Let me give you Snapshot on how life
Wells Fargo
against me in rap you're a goner
Only one Kill-Shot; I don't have to just warn ya
I'll have ya sweatin' bullets, like you're trapped in a sauna
Psych, I'm
track me by my plate
Windows five %, I keep them tinted
Only want the finest on my plate
Even if that means I keep it living
I don't care how long it has
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