Lyrics:
down to play with my children
Now I got bands, I'm playin' with millions
But, I can't lie and say, "I don't miss you"
Knowin' the I'm Him album
is her temple, I need a better door
Couple of windows I work in on myself, that's the metaphor
Hit the cheddar boy, I'm on a gold mine
Crooked had
Roll through the city with the vroom, vroom
I got hoes tryna get me in a room, room
I get low when they hit me with the zoom, zoom (Oh my God,
Two concussions, they can destroy a life
Take the joy of a boy out of his eyes
Enjoy while I say this, it's fine
But don't annoy me today by not
With a blue rag
A car pull up, I'm like the Saints, nigga
Who dat?
I'm rich as a bitch, bitch, why you mad?
I'm still B-walkin' to the bank
Hit
es mit Musik?“
Ich antworte: „Geht so, bisher alles anstrengend
Und für mein Album habe ich noch kein einziges Lied“
Yo, dreißig Songskizzen auf dem
tryna get it (Tryna get it)
I remember days that we was out but we still living (We still living yea)
Stuck up in the hood tryna get out and hit
Brothers
I listened on repeat
Was a song all about chainsaws and
Symphonies so I found you
And I bought all fucking 29 of
Your albums and it's like
Now we
like Ive been numb no I cant fuckin feel a thang
(Can’t feel a thing)
Nah
Never been the goat watch that nigga walk right by the door
(Bah)
Take a note
And then in the front if you came through here
More um skeleton heads and it says "Do not come in or else"
You got the doors locked
But it's Key
the bat doors rolling up
Kick gang like I’m Bruce Wayne fuck the ops
Lurking round the corners tryna fucking cuff us up
Flu game like I’m 2 3 pass the rock
kickin' in doors (yeah)
Shoot-out with niggas, might take your whole hole pouch
Playing with the sticks every party (every party)
Selfish, there's two in
with riches
I tell her, "Get 'em", she say, "I got you", I say, "No, bitch, I say get him"
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it
Three hundred dollars what I spent up on some rubber bands
And I spent another two hundred on some fuckin bags
I hit flint cause I gotta pick up
the ground, watch me count it up
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (uh)
Let's hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now, I done found me some
sum
She take shit that bitch dies
And fuck the feds on talk ion talk we do drive bys then we walk now he chalk
Took his brain off he forgot he gon rot
eardrums didn't know what hit him
Teacher always hatin on him didn't know he had it in him
Japanese denim sling the pebble like Daniel
Album be dropping like
Used to move two a day
Talking about fluently
Break down into little pieces like when your tooth decay
So I wrote an album about how I used to be wild'n
either rap or you go to the league
Shoutout to 2 Chainz for inspiring me
To get back on my feet
By the way, I achieved my dream
Got into Wilmington, UNC
a kiss out the door we bail
Let me grab the camaro door for you I got so much in store for you
I really times two adore you oooo
I want you by my side
Lack of communication killed my tribe, bad vibes
Hence the reason last two albums took a straight nosedive
Truth be told, fans kept us alive
Despite
knife hit's
This life isn't priceless
Y'all back home the reason I'ma write this
You a lame, lame, it's a shame, shame
You took your picture outta
'round and hit it)
fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
(I fucked 'round and hit it)
and got caught up in something that's worse than
the whip pop a bottle lit the blunt right now hit about a buck fifty seconds later at the party right now we celebratin Makaveli 2pacalypse Now escape
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