Lyrics:
catch me at the VMAs acting funny
Never on the radio on some la-di-da shit
That's the day you know I forfeit
I'ma always be the man I am and never
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)
Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five,
em
My eyes red in the studio this XO got me rockin'
In paradise like Coolio man gangsta shit been poppin'
But ya'll Soulja Boy frauds that bitches out
Self-portrait
In case I'm six foot under before hitting my 30s
A record of some body nearly gone
Six foot under while still only a tween
'Cos of a mistake by
a blunt
Then go roll that motherfucker up with me, man (damn, Slime)
Let's rock out
Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ugh)
Nigga can't be
And after that I burn rubber when I jump in my Vette'
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm speed racin'
On 20's (on 20's)
Wheel's
'Cause he payin' 20K a day
That bitch is eating good
Like an infant on a double D titty
Just getting plump
'Cause you miscalculated the next
To the-the
the screams from paradise
They've fallen further than you realize
In El Salvador
Just like Poland is 'protected' by her Russian friends
The junta is
to get finished
I'm watching last days wind down to final minutes
Got dreams of paradise and my whole fam' in it
So I ain't got time to play no crime
It better be nothing less than 20 stacks
Before I call my mans
He'll get to flashing like the Men n Black
You know I don't fuck with rodents
So I
on
This isolated paradise is really in the unknown's
Paradise
Isolated paradise
Kicking back
Man this is the perfect vibe
All my life
I been fighting just
only 17
And I'm doing it better than people in their early 20s
Isn't that a little bit funny
Rapping my way around like I was a mummy
Still going dummy
the room
Removed the noose not a moment to soon
Or so I was told too young to remember
A typical cold day 3rd of November in Scotland
Fast forward 6
With my right foot first
I stepped into the holy mosque
Upon the cold white marble
Where day and night people sat worshippin?, praying
Right
Just keep them away from me
I lost my lil brother my mind my feelings my hearted man somebody pray for me
My foot on the gas I’m all In my bag
I
Chromed out mansion in paradise in the sky
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
live it up
You can tell what I'm smoking when I lit it up
No mask broad day they'll make you give it up
20 Mil in the back of a pick-up truck
6
visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait
not legit
Went days in the same clothes like my stylist quit
Momma think im in the lab, i was till i hit the strip
Buzzed off of something else, wasn't
rock some Vans by Crooks, next day Supras on my foot
Then back to the Vans, then my Space Jams
I'm always buying more get em as often as I can
And you
to tell you you was wrong
Man enough to not put it in a song
For the world to sing along
Man enough, I coulda told you on my own
Man enough to admit
Hey mr. tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and we wan' go home
Day me say day me say day me say day-o
Daylight come and we wan' go home
in paradise
Amine bitch got a Caroline
She trynna cut like the blades of a samurai
But this dick ain't free gotta pay a fee
Just a lil bit of head
We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door,
Eat in the corner, talk to the floor,
Cheating the spiders who come to say "Please",
(politely).
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