Lyrics:
might get me a double cup
Down bad, I might go head and double up
Team of angels, call a blitz, and we huddled up
Brothers slacking, we just tell them
day long
Yeah we wrote about 100 songs
While Brodie sold it out the door though
Swear we can never really go wrong
Bitch I'm trying to go on tour
to fly a plane with no where to land it ,
No time to panic when there’s mouths to feed
You can’t dress as a parent like it’s Halloween
Even when I’m not
Stay da fuck from round
I'm from New Orleans
Fought some charges
Money calling nah
And everytime I go outside
Da oppz be hard to find
Aye lock and load
Foo than ride your wave
Then spread my ashes across the seven seas
Bad people can't be saved by they fake good deeds
I AM,the psychiatrist right?
But
I ain't have a daughter coming, I'll go on run
I'm just playing, but would've did da dash
240 and some nitros in this FORD, I CAN GO WAY TOO FAST
But
that night, finna catch his ass and boom
Back at the trap, A1, used to go by the name of Doom
I went by trap4billz, countin' up the bandz of blues
Me
your soul plane
Your soul played the role of the coldest gold cave
I’m told by hackers although your captain control your passion
You’re s’pose to back
that’s just how the game go
I’m spitting letting game go
To put u on point to a couple that you ant know
If a nigga steel from u he’ll lie to ya face
A 38
LeeBoy you on the track
EJ Zoomin
Lookin at you feelin bad
Rap so angry that's it's mad
Losing my brain I be clueless
SOBRBE I be ruthless
I'm
pressure, you know I apply
Aye
If they touch ya body its eye for an eye
Cause I ain’t the type to just let it go by
I love what you got and you know that
in silence
The hood I'm from all we would hear was sirens
You would only come out for videos and diamonds
To bad you'll probably never go diamond
I
an ancient book
The basis of what's good and bad
Do not be concerned with every fad
That comes out
But about being on the right path!
Go get some wrath
the plane
Niggas act like bad drivers
I said strap like a car seat, stay your lane
Yeah, nigga, and you better watch what you say
I was out the same day
If I
got a gain,
Broke snitch bitch talking down on a nigga name,
I won't touch a burger if it aint plane,
S A M E always be the same,
Change on who Ima be
the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
We was smoked out the whole time
(Nate Knew)
And the smoke go crazy
if
Francs
Missed planes, tryin get change
Swiss rolls by the shipload
Six O's, like the Crip gang
Switch hoes by the zip code
Fist glow like a fish tank
strength but I still can't let go of my doubt
Running round my mind again
I don't got the time for friends
I've been bending backwards just tryna get these
I won't sit for this I'm up now
You ain't gon' skip this kid when I'm down
I could go flip the switch in one round
I be building up brick by brick
the rosie
Smokin' dead ops, man this shit poached
Crazy kid, always tuggin' by my lonely
You say you gon' kill me, well come and show me
Givenchy steppin'
the plane
Then clearly a nigga ain't going too hammy
Give me a beat, I'm a toddler on canvas
Assess the potential, then go and do damage
Came with
Ayo shoutout Mayor Penguin Music
Who over on Instagram
Has 24 free beats available
Go over there give up your email address
Download and get your own
b
Niggas gettin shot everyday b I'm like 2-3 to yo 18 no bull shit I go crazy
Niggas hate me , it's plain to see
Wish there was some more Cloth made
not Givenchy
I wrote my pain and sent it off I'm hoping you would hear it
This Nike fit by Jerry unless it's god then I don't fear him
Just gave that
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