Lyrics:
This nigga A$AP Rocky fuckin' on Rihanna (whoa)
Everybody mad at stuff, shit is the new normal
The feds is on Clubhouse, don't say I didn't warn you
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave.
bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
for the drama
I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma
My mind in the wrong direction
Now it’s time ya bow down and rep ? in my honor
Writ
guts and can't stand me (yeah)
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin', for what, so I can blow up?
Marry a slut, but can't
drastically week, all things foreign took a back seat even these bastardly beats.
Tugging on my mind to get crushed, but I’m lost in time on the grind, sucked
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
your mind out of being in jail!
I told her I didn't want her to wear
Any panties so I can look at
Her pussy and shit one time but since
I never wear
and
The engine block steams
Somebody gotta die, 'til I'm captured
I'ma prey on your mommy and your pa
Tell him "Happy Father's Day"
Tell him "Happy Kwanzaa"
Tell
Lyrically I got your block locked when I drop this hip hop
Fresh out the west to twist you up because the rhyme don't stop
[Chorus]
[Oh No]
In this
Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
Doing numbers in this bitch, I'm like
block know you
The whole block been knew this story but they ain't told you"
His mom says to him, "I hope you know your pap was a good man
But he just
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
time
Slow poke
I finally gave way, when under deed
Down flow
No longer stearing choosen
O-O-On autopilot cruisin
Haywire, crash, virus
Pull your
shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for cribs
Until we get back, unpack, leave the MAC with your Wis'
But whatever, I gotta hit
shoes, blow stacks
Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for cribs
Until we get back, unpack, leave the MAC with your Wis'
But whatever, I gotta hit
...for your life...
This is the Devil's time...
My heart is heavy my mind a mess first I need to find John nothing more and nothing less.
He blames himself
up
Playing hard to get
I can tell this won't be no layup
Baby you the only thing I need
Didn't believe in love at first sight
But then I saw you that
too clean to curse?
You can't curse?
What's up with that?
The booties...
[ Kid ]
Yo Play, take this one
[ VERSE 1: Play ]
We want to be a part
be the big fish
I’m the new age king of lyrical fitness
You didn’t believe in me, now I’m hitting this
How many time must I claim I’m king
Not in rap,
signs)
Sippin' red wine (red wine)
We all losin' time (losin' time)
Bae, don't lose your mind (lose your mind)
Bae, I'm boujee, huh (boujee, huh)
rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
Yeah, it's illmatic (yeah)
It's illmatic (yeah)
It's illmatic, huh
(Huh, check it)
(One time for your mind, one time)
Yeah, whatever
(One
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