Lyrics:
the top got lonely winners
Make for colder December's
So drop the top and hit the shifter for my cards
And the dealers
I toast with scammers and killers
and luck-struck
You teddy how you been bearish
No, we ain't having that on this side
And it's confetti when we on the Near Eastside
My pedigree Sooner and Hoosier
cautious
Two by Ten that's like 20 stacks
Going flip that brick then make it back
What i tell you how know i been done with that
If you wanna leave ain't no
make an indent
If you wanna rate this, go and give me 10 then
Facin' these gremlins, but I'm not givin' in
Gettin' rid of haters with a swish of a pen
I
they darts if we gon throw we throw to win
I won't sacrifice no blood but I been sacrificed by friends
This the shit I'm used to
This the part of me that
to the right, cowards to the left Take a step, closer to your dreams
Life's a marathon, it ain't hard as it seems Young Malcolm X, get it by any means
It cost
Don't trip I have a few questions cause honestly I ain't tryna be no detective
So are you fucking with me the long way or is that until we get stranded
If
shoot for'em thanks God I'm a real nigga real Stunna I'm gonna die for'em
Brought a bitch a purse we have to slide hold on my stick on
Ten bitches by my
Yeah!
Nightmare!
Nile!
I'm sitting underneath all these city lights,
I'm staring at the city's sky
I'm Hearing cars go by
with my bloodshot eyes
the clock
Ten months later my shit was in the shops bumping on blocks
In other words, my dreams started to come true
And my lyrics were fueled by all
Futuristic kidded up like I'm Batman
Represent the PROjects
TV when I roll that
Gamblin for a car, no
Hope I don't blow that, WHOA!
[Hook]
[Verse 4]
We roll
drops jeśli mało masz wrażeń
Chcesz to to kurwa zrób
Drugiej szansy nie da ci Bóg
Chcesz nie dbaj o lepsze jutro
No i skończ jak ten ćpun w dłoni z
and the dreads
Grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head
There's an X amount of yar-we, yo pass the gar-weed
Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why
time I rap, I bust what cha like
'cause I'm the coldest MC to ever touch the mic (2x)
verse 2:
They trips when I flips cause I'm nothing respectable
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
way too long
These is facts I don't be braggin'
See that Porsche roof drop, 556 pop
Every IG model want my dick
But they get cropped
In the club twenty
Free them boys
Big Blrrrd
Please don't get me tempted, I'm in Mem' for all my cook supplies
Tens throw off your life, call up my- and get you
a stranger happy as long as you buy a drop
Hustlin' when it snowed bad/ the only nigga out
I bought all the re-up/ i'm the reason it's a drought
I see who
swingin' while I'm livin', giving the rhythm
Heed the word, and the bass-drop given!
A funk down, super sound, lyrical, visual
Illogical wisdom, forever
of a cliff
And being swept off by a breeze that's too swift.
I'm thinking about counting to ten
when they put that gas mask over your head.
I'm thinking
without time to waste, I do my thang
(In yo face)
Can't get my size
Lose by ten, swallow up yo pride
We always win close games
Penetration ain't
without time to waste, I do my thang
(In yo face)
Can't get my size
Lose by ten, swallow up yo pride
We always win close games
Penetration ain't
And I hate fuck niggas
Even though I have some fuck niggas in my family
Got a lot of them motherfuckers
And if you don't wanna be no fuck nigga
a fine ho, don't hate 'cause she mine ho
All you cheesy chicken heads can catch up wit yo kind ho
I can make a hit yo, do you really want it no
I'm
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