Lyrics:
repetition
Girl you fuckin' wit a superstar
Writin' flows made from gold, check out my memoir
It's not a secret, bitch I been hot
And if you up for a trio,
To know what God taught
If that ain't at the root then
Everything will fall apart, part, part, part
Yeah, can I live I want to feel what you feel
See what
I'm out of my mind
All my doctors advise me to take meds
Or ya'll gunna die
A slow painful death until ya face red
You won't look alive
I don't give
A hardcore poetic informed without burglary
Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me
Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution
it's lookin' like I run things
Runnin' shit, diarrhea
And ever since my dad died I ran out of fear
G5 through the sky boy we outta here
Sippin P&J fresh
the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes your
Still sipping mud yeah I got it in my Fanta
I don't fuck with broke boys, gotta up your standards
I could fix them up, yeah I gotta keep the hammer
Yes
You know your things are bad
Everybody knows things are bad
It's a depression
Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job
The dollar buys
Fall right down to the bottom
Boy with a motto
Stay but I oughta leave and
Trust me, my heart bleeds
I feel everything, I
Drip, drop, drink out
Blinded by the riches blinded by the gold blinded by Gucci blinded by the flow
Scoring by the drugs blinded by the o's blinded by the pussy blinded
Look...
I be shining,
Bussin out the bars like a gold miner.
Talking that talk like I walk with the old timers.
Won't boast about my skill yall know my
defeat they lying
Lately I been on the road I show out at the show
I'm surrounded by hoes never switch on the bros that's the code like woah
They said I'm
I'm a pop out with the cutter get to fucc boy chpppin
Hallow tips in the clip that boy can catch them
Raccs up with a gold grill I flex the captain
out there,
And to your kite string tie a key
This may shock you, Benjy my boy,
But that's electricity"
And that was good advice, good advice
Good
excited I jump like a rocket
She seeing the racks and they fall out my pocket
Seeing that boy no money his wallet
I hit ignore when she be calling
Jump in
out
Truth be told I told them hoes
We ain't got nun to speak bout
Gold all in my mouth tooth fairy
Trynna pull my teeth out
Popped two Mollys got me
for one and one for all, I and I shall be like a green tree
That's planted by the river bank of dunns river falls
A weh me tell dem rude boy
bitch you not even a keeper - let alone mine.
Do I love these hoes? Mmm, kinda sorta…
I feel like Drizzy if the boy was out of California.
Light skin
Yo it's been a minute since somebody flipped the script
I'm not handing out digits when them ladies lick they lips
I'm not thinking about hitting
I been through the sewage
And I came out clean
Got to be reasonable at times
I watched em fall back like seasonal Times
When niccas talk shit We don't
the car keys in it
I'm getting out
Each brick is a pixel
Each step is a stitch in the dust
Grass it'll whistle
Buzzed by the breath with your lungs
Death for what shall become
All false ones fate
The standard bearer is chosen
And the day has just begun
Shadows growing long by the rising
I'm tryna get at
Niggas cuffin' these hoes that the crew done been had
Get them racks out the bank, put it right in the bag
Say he wouldn't do that,
tall got me fighting for my life
Telephone lines ringing, calling Angie Martinez
Think I just seen the boss, he dating to Puerto Rican
All gold jewels
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