Lyrics:
started doing all this music shit, I really wish you could be proud of me
I'm out of focus by the weekend, dark rooms just to make it clear
Did you get
to the suits behind the desk no more
You niggas wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
I rocked 20,000 people, I
Suspended in spiral sounds, sounds of circular breathing
I'm a kite on a silver thread, daring lightning to strike me dead
Harsh echoes of things you said
sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that?
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
got it on lock
I got a twenty hiding in my socks
I think it’s funny you bitches are hawks
Who swoop down erase all this shit like it’s chalk
I used
to death
We need Him crucified
It's all you have to do
Talk to me, Jesus Christ
You have been brought here
Manacled, beaten by Your own people
Do You have
And I’m all alone boy ain’t you right now
Cause I ain’t open twenty four seven
Twenty four twenty four
No I ain't open twenty four seven
Twenty four twenty
like I lived and then I died right by your side
But you can't stop the hands of time
I better be leaving
No sense in waiting 'til the morning
Don't
been moving so authentic, I been feeling like me
I don't ever got the fake up on me, boy you know that's key
Never losing, all the team been going up all
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
the of gunslinger of Arkansas
No man will do but I'll go for that Fox
She struck me like a new matchbox
I once killed a man for looking at me wrong
I'm here for one
Hamiltons
Getting plenty stacks in speedy like Claxton
Maxing and relaxing with twenties Andrew Jackson
Got my wallet so fat I'm sitting at a slant
And it's
I come from nothin', dick
I just want some money, you heard me?
I been up a week and a half for this shit, man
I get bored fast (Cito)
Been up
pulled up in a Audi
You must be talkin' bout Matchbox
She from Dubai, and she Saudi
Know that I'm giving her backshots
Now who you gon' tell
Now who you
Oh two twenty-two twenty twenty-one ahhh
Oh two twenty-two twenty twenty-one, oh two twenty-two twenty twenty-one
Oh two twenty-two twenty twenty-one
I starve
Is that it? Is that what you're tryna tell me?
Ayo, moccasin money, one man behind the plate
Hold it down, honey-shallah, rock the half
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
'm the man of the hour (I'm the man of the hour)
I'm the man of the hour, get paid by it too
You rolling with the winners ain't no way we can lose
I
Catching drops like a gutter
Started jacking, ain't heard from her
Now I got no use for her
I'll say pog myself
I don't need no help
I bust by myself
Fucked
Losing baby
Twenty twenty one
Gonna drink to that baby
What about new years baby
Twenty twenty one
Gonna drive you crazy
What about new years
Oh oh
I turn a 10 to a 20
(Thank you, Trey)
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I turn a 10 to a 20 (I turn a 10 to a)
They hate me they say I'm a bully (They hate me they say I
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