Lyrics:
Peter Pan magic dust hie I get rid of y'all
Niggas stay talking nun stop just like auctioneer
Me and Owen double back we spray we get them outta here
been getting colder I carry my heater
I got Margiela playing through the speakers
I got yo hoe and I know she a eater
Yes I got Rick Owens all up
credit
And these video hoes on BET getting naked for
These video dancers (that) never did a jail sentence
And it's all so Jake and it's all so pathetic
Gor Eriksson
Bobby Moore is now David Beckham
So Germany all are beat
We're the golden age to be
Our time has come and you're all on the run
Its
Came in this world all alone
And I’m leaving in the same way
These n*ggas dap you then shit on you in the same day
Different stage, but the same play
All
Owen I wanna go
Owen I wanna go
I wanna go to LMK
Why do you always do this
You never have time for me anymore
You always say you're in the studio
you
Or maybe you just too good for me
I can't lie, I'm indecisive
I take my wrongs and try to right them
All these songs, that's why I write them
All
Xan, 'bout to smoke a hundred grams
I'ma be who I am, you are not what I am
Lit like the light at the end of the tunnel, man
But the light just might
what it brings
Ain’t choosing the other side I’m choosing whichever side is green
Screaming money ain’t a thing cause we all are human beings
And that’s
like a Caymen
But we know it's all Wayne, there's no Damon
Only God could judge me
Jesus piece on at my arraignment
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Explain
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I'm a killer, I'm that nigga
All my niggas they gon' feel it
All these niggas talk
back at her face.
They tell her where she's been
I'll tell you where she's going,
She's got her name on a stool down at Eddie Owen's place.
She
her back, back
Pass lil bro a rock, you know he passin' back the cash, cash
Said he want the smoke, i beat his ass like Cactus Jake, Jake
I've been
stabbin thing again, it's..
You see I...uh
(rap/sing)
I stab people like everyday folks
skinny people any people I chop off their throats
My stabbin's are
ain’t dead gotta see shit ona bright side
Maybe y’all can kick it through the wood when you sky high
Like hollon wait,
If it’s a issue we come Wea
hero and me I was just a green kid
And I prayed that someday I could do all the things old Jake did
Well we sat around the bunk house one cold and lonely
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in
layin' the cut (turn, turn, turn)
Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger (told me turn)
They love to make me a prisoner (told me turn)
I
'bout no karma
All the homies are protected like Obama (woo woo)
Ancient gold Rolex like a condom (yeah)
Rose gold, six froze on the Tonka (yeah)
Rose
felt like she really ain't belong
When she wouldn't let him hit, this nigga called her a bitch
She erased all her songs from the phone
You are who you
that money will hit your hands different
I can't even lie, I got inspired by that damn kitchen
Rockin Rick Owens on my feet I feel like
get you by luring family
And y'all would just listen, ya, ya
Y'all would just listen, ya, ya
I don't care what you say to me in the end, cause I know
try to cross you man his shirt say R.I.P.
Had to make up for them losses nigga like it's Maybelline
My lil nigga in the town, he got rich off of beans
I
fire like Jake Long
With my dog like Finn
Ducking and dodging the Jakes
The case don't care bout you say
Charlie Brown, but you the parent
Now you know
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