Lyrics:
They smokin' on cannibus while they tell us they jammin' us
Look a fan in the face and ask em' "Are you a true fan or what"?
"Are you really a fan
yeah, I'll still be yours
Tat my fucking name on you, let 'em know you love (yeah) the boy, wassup?
I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune
I
and Upstate touring, rapping for my peers
Rikers Island and Upstate scoring, cut Em blood gone spill
Rikers Island and Upstate mourning, cut off by Securus
never need to explain it, boy, they gon know why
I got the team all behind me, I keep ‘em close by
I'ma go off, let ‘em know there's no loss
Run it up
ain't no savage
All in for em cause they my family
Real recognize real and baby you ain't standing
I hear you talkin shit lil boy but we still winnin
You
heat
Take a walk in my shoes you won't last a week
Smoking Crude Boys acting rude in my Rhude boy
Cut her hair can't tell if she a girl or she a dude boy
By the way they lookin', you can't tell if they grimmin' you or admiring you
Whether envy you when they see your tires spinnin'
So you greet 'em
By the way they lookin', you can't tell if they grimmin' you or admiring you
Whether envy you when they see your tires spinnin'
So you greet 'em
act like a copy of my hero's
I wanna live for forever just like em Even when I hit absolute zero
I think about x I wanted to be an Antihero
You can't
or it was second me think me
Na, na, oh
Been was being mean to me know
Take em back if the of throat is share
What tell you "bed back to work"
Gonna he's
got shot out his shoes
Put a fuck nigga down we don't play by the rules
I'm gone come out the coat if you play with my dawg
Hang that boy by the rope we
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in
get square
Wanna send their ops to grave till they get there
Sack that tell em nah i aint with it ba
When i'm on the telly Sandra Sully with the heading
here to tell em about it (let's go!)
They saying I'm outta pocket
What they gone do?
Cause nobody gone stop it
Walking with God feeling awesome
Tryna
to hear something
They start asking questions you can tell em you ain't hear nothin
Our party ain't a party if we ain't got no Bicardi
You won't find no la
a C
From A to B
Till the B to C
Gotta step by step
Not always win
Watch out
That enemy
Stop trolling me
Dripping
Jump ship
Tell em gimme all or nothing
need you to bust them shots with me
Baby girl, will you be mine
I'll take you on a shopping spree
I told that boy, don't even try
He'll be wasted by
Yeah yeah
I be all across the globe
Cause my signs are influential
Tell 'em bring the private jet
Cause I'm intercontinental
I be duffle with
yeah
Tell em they ain't making no noise, yeah
Told you she fucked all the boys, yeah
winning
You could tell that a young nigga winning
(Verse 1)
Only 24 check how I’m living,
U can’t even tell I just came from prison, boy Fleet of them
goes down, baby, all we got is us
You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters
This run is for the green jacket, I fit the masters
the leeches dont wanna meet em
Imma big tymer
Man I been around it
Bank accounts
Been amounting
I been in mountains boy I been counting
Ya girl a fountain and I
Are you tired of hanging out in your
car and getting sweated by the boys in blue? Tired
of getting shot by your best friend and not recieving
bout it, tell em what up
I'm been feeling crazy like a squirrel, I'm bouta nut up
Boy go see a therapist, you need to put that gun up
Like a track meet
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