Lyrics:
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
favorite color red
Bebe cookin' up, while I sip my double cup
Numbers pickin' up, kick his door, stick em up
Get in line or back it up, be aroun to run it up
and shit?
Judging her past and shit?
Well it's completely my future
A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit
And I'ma need that forty dollars
with. Ah, I'm not
going to be. I can't stand him. I can't stand who I am. That's why I've got to
get down on my knees. Because I can't make it by
don't even take it slow
Cause any given day could go
And I could see my death date
Feel my last breath take
That's why I go and get it now
I be like shit
to see you tonight
Get ready for all sins
Don't Forget
You are changing
I can see that into your eyes
F**king small things
But we like them
Now promise
really need a ladder, chair or a step stool
To get my ass outta this dreadful pit that I'm in, this shit is stressful
I may have had too many Red Bull's
My
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
and lotta depression
Father's son I'm next in succession
Rap was a hobby now it's an obsession
Only way I can curb alla my stressing
Is to shine bright
the club working fa a dub
Work that pole and let them hoes know watssup, umm
Green means go, yellow means slow
Red means stop, now drop, now roll
Girl, you
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
[Verse 1]
I get it, there's nobody out here that fucks with me,
Luckily, I can just fuck with myself like I have been,
Rapping has always been
you
Give you
No kissing
No love
Baby
Red card
Red card
EH
EH
Do you know what we do
Before we get paid
No idea
You don't even realize
That man working
girl, I'm known as Pen Griffey too
It's only right that I swing by and hit it too
First base, second base, third base
I'm tryna' get you in your
tired all these bitches hopping on my dick (beat cut)
I let her hold the Bandz now she thinking that it’s all she get
I let her wear the chain she think
loonies
Leave it smokin like a Lucy
Pipes as red as a ruby
Bitten by the bug
An it had cordyceps
Now I'm Addicted to this drug
an Fuck the side effects
going for the Tony's
We would live and we die we drink to get high
And that's all that was promised
And it all goes by in the blink of an eye
Yeah it all
momma
Swear I may go Issey Miyake, Bond no. 9
The weed is funky, but I'm smellin' fine, Tunechi
Now, I know (woah)
The only compass that I need
And from city hall comes the wire that said simply boo'
Here comes the judge, here comes the judge, judge to judge
Well I think by now you know how leftists
I'm on a mission mission
I'm trying to change my whole position position
Made some goals now watch me get it get it
By speaking things into existence
livin' proof that when you real
You see the truth as it is
The hardest spirit's age
Cannot be gauged by the counting of years of years
And it don't
Y2K
Now where I'm chilling, it's 110 in May
I'm a new Floridian, rocking some Tampa Bay Rays
I'm feeling loving in the night
Passing through the city,
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
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