Lyrics:
Don't try joking with us
We gonna make sure man can't stand up
Leaning with guns like Russ
When I'm on a mic, it's not just banter
Got a couple
GON' DO THAT SHIT WITH A PEN
IF I BEAT IT BEFORE, I'LL BEAT IT AGAIN
CAN'T LET SHIT GO, THEY'LL DO IT AGAIN
IF I LET SHIT GO, AND THEY DO IT AGAIN
night from deep, you'll think I'm with steph curry
Heard that nigga, ain't get money, so he beat up on his bitch
Plus I fuck, give him another reason
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
pretty
But all you gavel niggas can’t hit it
It’s so sad these niggas don’t get it
They must be mad the way I done did it
I ball like magic mixed wit
your gun in your fanny pack, can't take you serious (Haha)
Let me tell you, "I'm throwing heat with these rhymes" (Whooh)
I'm like Ray Allen, bussin'
Elevation is my specialty
You want this baby number
You gotta check with me
That baby don't wanna catch a vibe with no other man
They wanna take me don't
They
with me
Gold state, gold grills
I put on for the Betty White
Middle fingers for the peace
Tell them bitch niggas suck a dick
Man come and get me out
get you more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in
can't even name him
No relation in this situation
Just another white guy thinking that he was the right guy
Blinded by a skin tones he took a darker tone
Money man money man money man
I get the bread with my eyes closed
Money man money man money man
I said what I said fuck a typo
Money man money man
reversing
I stay forward keep it pushing that's for certain
By the end of next year im a cop a ghost
And if I don't the rapping gon get put on hold
So I
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
times with more times
Man got the smoke got the smoke
Gotta get the fucking like fuck it
And whose strap’s longer than mine
Shorty too long and to knows,
on folk to help you, help yourself, it starts with you)
Land of the beautiful (get yourself out, reach back, get somebody else out)
Cursed by the hate we
Fortnite with my teeth
Hey man, got a gun for me?
God damn, ain't gonna give you one for free
Can't you lend a bandage or potion to me?
Crazy, I babysit
go a get these Ms
You can come with you can bring your friend
Shooter out the roof like the Taliban
They posting fake guns on they Instagram
Till
the heavy hand of cruel oppression
Is so much more than a man can bear
But you can't chain a man forever
And your guns they don't mean a thing
'Cause
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
with your chest man
It's either Heaven or hell man
What's it gonna be?
It Can't be both that's not a possibility
It's either Heaven or hell man
with the dums
And motherfuckers don't care
I love the street game so I stashed the green leaf by the air
You couldn't tell me shit, evil was more
Yeah you turnt pj
Bitch I fell in love with Benjamin's
With the Benjamin's
Kyrie Irving got the pack while I'm sticking him
While I'm sticking him
that
How you go from singing in church into toting guns
How you get finessed twice in a day really dumb
Doing everything I do you my fucking son
Game too
you, love's gonna get you)
(Love's gonna get you, love's gonna-love's gonna get you)
You fall in love with your chain
You fall in love with your car
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