Lyrics:
get me right there
Come get me by the hills
Beverly Hills yeah
Straight to Beverly Hills
Beverly Hills yeah
Beverly Hills
Straight to Beverly Hills
the same
Difference not a watch and chain
Difference is my DNA, so what you saying?
Leather pants and velvet shirts at VMA
I'm built for fame
Speeding
are called by my name
Would call out their name
As if it were their names the were crying out as a remembrance
To what have happen to the slain once
are called by my name
Would call out their name
As if it were their names the were crying out as a remembrance
To what have happen to the slain once
For show, for show, I'm getting that for show
Cool out and just check how my soul glow
Bruce Leroy on the mic, you already know
I'm Jonah Hill if we
they think im abusing
The trauma just left me in ruins
Im a new version now, who this
Bossed up, nobody knows what this cost us
Rockin the millys right
wake up and decide to comprise the new shit
It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
Puff the magic komodo bitch
Rappers
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
reason that I'm haunted by what could have been
I feel dead in myself and I can't feel alive in anyone else
If it made you hurt, made you feel so much
whatever it takes
Even if I got to wait to see them iron gates
When I set my mind to something I'm gonna fuckin' do it
And it's just me rappin' even though
Tomorrow could always be worse
Now keep them bottles coming by the kiloliter
And get that Ana off your chest, try to keep a clean shirt
I'm so Grand
the edited version
Spitting bars, wiping ass
Multitasked, I'm too learned
I'm not the brightest in the slightest
But know one thing's for certain
If I play my
Right back to this revenue
A label offer 1 mill im certainly demanding 2
You are what you smoke then you might as well just call me Groot
Trees in my
, right, right
But here's what I'm bout to do tho, peep
I'm finna get racks and spend it all on me
Yeah I'm in the mood to hit the mall all week
It took me
up in the middle of the night, and got you outta here, quick
And you need to stop runnin'
Stop, stop runnin' nigga
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout,
A life's work just left out in the rain
But I'm doing what I can to reassemble a poor substitute version of you
Made of the fragments and drawings that you
I got this feeling right now
I'm on FIYAH!
And you ain't never gonna stop me nah nah nah
I won't retire
And if you ever thought you can break me
You
Don't weigh me down
I fall, no ground
And land right
Where I come from
If I don't play
What's the point of a game
If it's always just the same things
There's a working belief
If I never left New England I'd be living by a creek
The outside air hits me where I get space to breathe
There's a working
that's right
Myself at all times, I’m so allergic to phony
One of a kind original
Means I’m the one and only
God put me here to be humble
And help my
Ndakangopenga ndakadaro
That's right you magnificent individuals
Your only mission is to, be the best version of yourself
Yeah
Stay fly
Stay fly famalam
Ya, ya,
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
Imma get the bag by sunrise, imma get the bag no lunchtime
If you misunderstood I'll pull up to your hood we get right to it nigga not sometime
I'm
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