Lyrics:
Just when my head was getting clearer
Took a little glance in the rearview mirror
Did a double take
'Cause I couldn't believe my eyes
She was right
the whistle blow.
Nowhere job on a dead end street.
You ain't got a minute when the siren sounds;
Gotta get movin' to the underground.
But I gotta woman,
hell why not today
Naw sorry just playin
Man fuck that i'm serious
Disrespect me deli
Way too gone ain't no cure for this
So just stay off my bad side
its unacquainted
To my appetite
I survived without the plate
When you starving can’t concentrate
But I'm not ratchet just a fashion
Run my way for its
'm just tryna be involve in all
I'mma hold on
Everybody wanna call on my name
day by day
I'mma stay on
I'm a rocket
They gone hate on my name when i get
where they hold me down just to see me drown
I get that (what)
I get that bag, I get that bag, I get that
Im up next like big bat out the park when i hit
at the sky
And then I slam the dashboard screaming, lie baby lie
I passed the wreckage of a broken home
I just hung my head and laughed
I'd rather have
the smile, my face like a psycho cuz I love how fame sounding
Yeah, shoutout to Isaac man, that's my twin brother when I'm go he's here
Yeah, I'm not a rapper
And you can't sit there that
Section's for the seniors
And the sexy señoritas, so
Just move up to the bleachers
How you gonna school me when I
Grew up with
till his brain fucking leak
Shot him in the fucking dome cause he was tryna diss me
Making music is my hobby like shoutout to me
When I get hella up you
the shoulder gets
Cause we over it, over it
So we takin' over it
Time's up
I'm just
Gonna make it difficult for other rappers to get their rhymes up
N9ne's
plastic utensils
He just came home, he still packin' his pistol
Die in these streets or get saved by the system
Or get you some millions, my lifestyle is
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you eat at my seat
When they know I call my name at this
in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point
I got the voc' in touch
I tell my bitch I'ma, give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
Too
’m on the field Kickoff
Fly no lift off
Yellow diamonds pissed off
V V’s jump jump kris kross
Mtv cribs
I want one big
Inspired by rick ross
Damn
That’s
lower
In life just to cross my border line but ill get bitter
As i get older i turn into a vile sinner
My temper never gets simmer
I got a cold to deliver
I don't mean to get stuck
Inside my head
It's hard to leave you alone
When you're curled in bed
Little cow
When you're grazing in my bed
Eyes still
of the heat
Get out of your seat when I pound my feet
Now what's the deal
Got the crunk by the gallon fill your cup
Then erupt on the people acting wack just
me, pull my hair
I work hard when I'm breakin' your back
My lil' nymphomaniac
Suck it, swallow it, down the hatch
It ain't a game when she givin'
eyes
Your trust that I breach with my every stride
the depths that I reach when I fall inside
Just to kick it, kick it, kick it
And when I'm on my
of calculating what would happen if you go wrong
You should just wait
My steps are ordered by the Lord, yeah
I should just wait
They that wait on the Lord
When Jesus passes by I know I'll be made whole
He will hear my cry, he will see my desperate soul
I won't be denied if my faith I don't let go
When
sag
My skinny, skinny jeans
My skinny, skinny jeans
My skinny, skinny jeans
Get it by any means
The things that I want (Yeah)
Only come when I want 'em
Rocking Rick Owens I like how they fit me
I’ll throw on Raf Simons and mix with Givenchy
When I wear Balmain she wanna unzip me
Balenciagas no laces ain’t
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