Lyrics:
should I've showed
A different option but the dope
Now the cops pass by
And they're waving out their coach
It be hostile times
And I'm cautious about
taught you to be armed and use your guard as a weapon?
Who told you hit your shell every time you feel threatened?
You know that I've been stressed, I
at the time fly by, plenty of times I've died
Lookin' at these jive guys claiming they lost there mind
She ain't really seen shit nigga til you had the whole
Bring it in
Once upon a time there was a brotha named Kastro
Had a little problem with his cash flow
More than once his friend'd tell me he had
a little video
Shaking my hand, yeah right, now I'm a cool brother
But as soon as I step off, you're calling me a sucker
Mad, because I bust a Benz
them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Radio
So
Verse:
It's time to get real buck right on this game
Starfox on SNES mane
For the foes that wanna complain
When I aim on the airplane I blew em' up
decreasing by ten
As we entered a town about halfway there
It was almost raining at the train station
We put our hoods on our heads at the train station
We
The Stet says a rhyme, I'm always on time
Wait a minute - let me think of my next line
Ehm
Ehm
Ehm
Okay
I eat at BBQ, meat-eatin' days are through
I'll be your Mario
We'll play some games of video
Use my analog stick to make me go all night
Bloody Roar Primal Fury is a metaphor for getting mad
shit
No video games, no TV
No insta fame and no streaming, no
I, I spy with my little eye
Generation Y do you waste your time
Look at me, live in ecstasy
word for your wisdom
For your past present and your future
Learned lessons
That took some getting use to
Step by step
Now I funnel through music
Yeaby
Matter chants
And screams
Of say their names
Which will soon
Be washed over
By the next twerk video
Gone viral
Ten minutes
It would take
For my
all day
rest my head against your chest and let time slip away
I miss them days when we used to chill at my flat
Watching dvds all day
cnd with that
can bake in hell
Middle fingers as I roll by
See demonic faces up in the sky
I try to hear the truth, but you living a lie
Try to promise anything
them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
Radio
So
At the same time getting fat and lame
You too, can tube through like a Meta AI
And my TicToks made up by my Insta Likes
you know was sup if your my WhatsApp bro
Lil' bitch couldn't take the dick, she tryna fight back
My older bitch don't use FaceTime only Skype app
I'm in another state of mind
Big Betty Rolled
jealous
Intoxicated by my presence
Baby,
I'm your new obsession
Fantasies about submission
We should try sum new position
Shoot a movie
Be your video vixen
I'm back, nigga
I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit
MAKE A VIDEO
IMA TRYNA GET IT IN WIT YOU
AND I GOT A COUPLE THINGS THAT I WANNA DO
TRYNA GET U IN THE ZONE
GET YOU CONFORTABLE
IM JUST TRYNA SET THE TONE
word for your wisdom
For your past present and your future
Learned lessons
That took some getting use to
Step by step
Now I funnel through music
Yeaby
The inevitable beyond the ever so this deadly technical
Scribes get revised in the time before celestial
No being or lyric ever hit precise double sight
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
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