Lyrics:
split your shit open
I don't need a knife
I'm on my hate shit, AK shit
Step on my shoes
I shoot you in the face bitch
So what the fuck is up? You niggas
Fuckin' hated school, I was saved by the bell
Ain't so different from you, yeah, why can't you tell?
Cash in, cash out, consider it dealt
Do this for
her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you
Its been a long short time
Without havin’ my baby right by my side
Its a long time comin’
I can only think about who you lovin’ and touchin’ bae
Who
in this trees
I'll ride this bitch like it was my human centipede
Who's the centrepiece it's a line of all my enemy's
Gonna make em all remember me
a hater, hatin ain't where it's at
My finger where the seven and a half karats at
You ain't even gotta wonder what the women starin at
They ready
to ya
I push the limo to the stadium
Game seven, Knicks Heat
Me and Spike had to switch seats
'Cause he kept spilling Henny all on my bitch feet
to ya
I push the limo to the stadium
Game seven, Knicks Heat
Me and Spike had to switch seats
'Cause he kept spilling Henny all on my bitch feet
from the I-N-G
My peeps play for keeps, deep crews pay dues
By murder ones and twos, rip riders and Damus
Choose to stay gangsta, you never ever ran
in the catalogs
For seven years and he never got the hint
Ain't that some shit
I'm just a small-town hypocrite
Swore we'd be running, running,
fuck I hate to win if I play
This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke
When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'
I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real,
Verse 1:
Carrbian I, classy down, headed for a while, beat this bitch by a mile
Cowboy bow push powder through the nile
New legs have green gator
feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same
I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery
'Cause
feeling
Fucking up by mine man, I gotta maintain
Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same
I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery
'Cause
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table
Sampled em all one by one I was able
They all taste good, defeated to smoke
Next the two footer, I wanted
a high
Close call last year
Rather be blind spilling liquor on accident
That's mean don't ask me that type of question high
I did it hell yes Linda
There's
a high
Close call last year
Rather be blind spilling liquor on accident
That's mean don't ask me that type of question high
I did it hell yes Linda
There's
(Ghost)
Oh you're a fan? i don't believe it
How do i know, I'ma tell you the reason
You only me know me from my seven years remix
Check all my releases, my
playin', I been up with the spins, now they hear what I'm sayin'
Been about two years since I had a vacation, smooth on this beat, bitch, relaxation
some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
Intro:
Come on, come on
Come on, come on (x7)
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Paint the ceiling with your feelings
Weigh your city with my thoughts
Guess I'm too
on since 2011
Spent me like 7 damn years
To get out with my message
Im my worst skeptic
A perfectionist professors ain't having
No time invested In classes
a soldier's dream, I'm really one of one, I rep the home team
This is 5 years, trapping out the nosebleeds, shit ain't what it seems
You get your wings
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