Lyrics:
some pants from the Gucci
Lord knows what I'd do inside that hellcat
When it's demon time she give me brain and give me hell cat
If you pull up on me
bands up (bands up)
If you getting money homie, put yo' hands up (put yo' hands up)
They be shooting at us but they ain't gon' land one (land one)
Why
nowadays, they don’t really get ranked on skill,
Now all they care about is clout and how many man you’ve stabbed or killed.
See me I gotta change the script
language
Talkin
We pull up
We do damage
Good
Steak
On my plate
You eating
A sandwich
I manage
To keep
Moving locations
I vanish
I walk
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya ya ya ya yeah
(Oo kere oo kere oo kere)
(Kere kere kere)
E no get anything wey you go do for this life
Dem go still talk
But you
Your man on the road, he doin' promo
You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"
I'm just tryna get you out the friendzone
'Cause you look even
they can fly
You send a light with your eyes, the kind I cannot deny
So man, can I do right by the feelings I hide
I don't wanna stick around if I'm
they'll still talk about
Us when we've died
The end is just a little harder when
Brought about by friends
For all you care, this wine could be my blood
For
got you with me
What you do that shit affect me to
They terrified by image
Tearing down our image
Self-reflection hard when they deprived of realism
Turnham where 24/7 it’s grey on the blocka
And you can get eaten by wolves but no Jota
The gang stay united yeah something Pogba
Man I grew up around
the damage, bitch I'ma do the damage
Know I'ma do the damage
Just know I'm taking credit
I said it then I meant it
Man, 'cause I'm so relentless
You want
The only game you know is Do or Die
Ah-ha-ha
Hard to understand
What a hell of a man
This cat of the slum
Had a mind, wasn't dumb
But a weakness was
The only game you know is Do or Die
Ah-ha-ha
Hard to understand
What a hell of a man
This cat of the slum
Had a mind, wasn't dumb
But a weakness was
game you know is Do or Die
Ah-ha-ha
Hard to understand
What a hell of a man
This cat of the slum
Had a mind, wasn't dumb
But a weakness was
deathly hallows
And I'm racking up sins
And they say
Truman
Man you always do this
You're out here acting foolish
Who you even think you're fooling
You make
Yeah
Well Alright
Can you give me a little more in the headphones
Yes sir
Boss man boss man yeah that’s me
1989
What did you expect
And I'm a couple
VERSE 1
Fresh and clean gat me looking at your picture Your bigie bunda got man dem down
she gat zero competitors
The way you role it dey high me
what I do a lot is miss
You, what I did not do was give you a kiss
I'm so very proud to be named after you
Such a cool Opa as you there only few
You
you get in line?
Like my wheels when I roller skate by
Giving dimes high-fives
Guy writes about his third eye all the time
He won't shut the fuck up
favorite deliver
Remand, he sayin' what he hear, so speak clearer
Instead of being raised by cartoons
Ya little mans a fan of rap songs, he bein' raised
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
man on any night
You tried to play me for a fool
But now you'll find that you been schooled
By the E and it's plain to see
You thought you had luck like
again and again wondering like
Chorus:
Why am I here? - I don't know man I'm stuck in limbo
Watching how the things go flashing by
Why am I here? - You
aint you i don't mean to offend you but
(BUTTT)
(Hahh)
Step aside
Make way for the certified, mans gotta do what he gotta do
Right?
Couple vixens by my
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