Lyrics:
tell by the trumpets
Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost two hundred
Get out your chair, the season
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
can't and they never will
'Cause it's a great big world calling you to take a ride
And it's a great big world singing come and see and come inside
Oh
said it's demon killer season
Killing demons daily, Bible Blicky came without a reason.
Runnin' 44 with the scriptures in my hand now
I don't need
the both of us
4 of us
Whole damn world
And them story's suck
Thats your girl
That's your truck
But you left your wallet at your mama house
Aka that is not
Ay, I'm pouring four like the seasons
New face to the game but I'm well seasoned
Yeah how I just hit the mall
And I spent like twenty bands
Off
I just took me a trip the world is too big o I can't sit
I'm a big dreamer
Icy things
Colgate on my shining grin
Shekinah my shining king
Them man
Kids dying somebody's son daughter nephew and nieces R.I.P big bro I swear I miss you man I wish I was right up there hanging with you man In the hood
they spoke, a knife in my back
I remember watchin' Evil Dead
At 4 o'clock in the morning every night all summer
Sittin' in the dark tryin' to game
Walker captured in Kandahar, Afghanistan with shit stains on his face
I seen the planes hit the world trade then I seen the world change
Idealogical
All the ladies if u hear me
Grab your titties for B.I.G
Ma little nasty girl
All my women from around the world
I love ma little nasty girl
All
Say what the fuck going on, man, it must be twerk season
Something in the air, it must be twerk season
'Cause they dancin', dancin', for no reason
, call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll
nobody stop my shine
I'm like the sun number 1
Momma smile just to see what I've become
I'm a young man wit' a big dream
Tryna make it out the projects
bring bad vibes
Man I give u no way
As I the work I the pray to God o
Oluwa make u show me love
That's why I put to work with no season
Com the wait
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
place,
They got me feignin' for currency, the money it goes,
It's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin,
Official hated, and my enemies be
When these tragedies happen
Most people don't really care any more
Than they Would about the
Season finale of Friends or The Real World
I was dumbfounded
that Sorry 4 the Wait, man, I'm just saying
I-I'm in one big room, full of bad bitches, yeah
One big room, full of bad bitches (haha, uh)
One big
yeah)
My nigga Bobby V, Blue Collar what up? (Yeah)
Holiday Season (han, han, Gucci, hey)
Shout out to ATM Entertainment, let's go nigga (Holiday
got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fuckin' with
More keys than a janitor
Now, it's the dictator whose style's greater
It's the man
landing
Gas man always comin' through when I need him
Talkin' bout pack I need it
40 cal, yeah, I got it
Four hoes at Four Seasons
Four blunts in my
Mic check
It's not your season it's, actually my season
You see?
Grrrrr
The ones you love the most the ones that show the most rejection
If they love
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