Lyrics:
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
Pass the ball until we pass out
Vaye said we'd make a hit, there was no doubt
We lose our minds, where's the lost and found?
Had you by my side in cap
I'm just saying that the praying bit explains a lot
If there is a god then strike me down
No? Never mind just listen to Frown
This is track number seven
[Diamond]
Niggas ain't fuckin wit D, fuckin wit me
Lookin at me like "Yo, what can it be?"
In the wide body-7 while you suckin the D
Spent out in
cuando sale y lo resuelve to por mi
A lo John Constantine D D
04300 from hood by the hood, ya sabes
Y es que a mi me arropo, si no fuera por la música
listeners relate
Let's put the beat back in, 6, 7, 8
This is the end of Opportunities
1 album, 2 album, is there a 3rd please
This bitch is going off again
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
on G's bitch I only do it for the P's
And I ain't never goin broke man I put that shit on me like dang
Breezy really stuck up in his ways I got a 7.62 my
what I've been doing, stashed away inside the studio
Seven songs a day, I could make an album inside a week
Show me someone else who can do that
Without
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
I'm down with
'Til I replied, "the Navy Seals outfit"
They told me my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how
out brodie hit his bitch, shit
He prolly gon' cry
If it ain't the five-seven, shit
It's prolly four-five
RIP Hutch, look at the kit, shit
You'll prolly
Alright man so I gotta ask
Have you ever dealt with any stalkers?
Like fans that are stalkers? You
Know what I mean?
You'd be surprised bro I mean
showing her ass like she Lizzo
She know what I was here for
My rubbers right by the pillow
Niggas tryna’ kick it with us just to get em’ a field goal
We
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
lock 'em
(aye) in the back seat (trippy) me I
Got the- (D-DCR will tear you down)
Rip your skull out by ya spine
You can deepthroat this Glock 9
Snort
Yeah we back
You already who it is
I thought you've been though
Respect me
Throw your tites up
I swear you'd be like you'd be like yeah
Use your ears
motherfucker, she knew the risks
She ain't dumb
Homie, she knew i'd snitch
And you a pussy motherfucker if shes still who you with
From the eight three one
yeah
Better stand ground for your pager
It's going on and on, and on and on
Going on and on, and on and on
It start like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8,
till I D-I-E, my nigga
Yeah, you behind if you don't know the power (nigga)
Product this shit the moment Ruthless started goin' sour (what?)
Niggas
to me
I been right here with my day ones
Some of 'em ridin' since 7th grade
They just sayin' that I'm brash as fuck
I just add it up, Yeah I calculate
sucker sauce be
I didn't ask you to get on this album
Cause he knew I'd fuck him off
[Hook]
Click shit makes the motherfuckin' money
I s-said realize
Remember the days we were staring at the sky
Remember the times that the stars would shine so bright
Remember times you were always by my side
Remember
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