Lyrics:
isn't it.
Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me
down the road in the bar. So I
too hard
I ain't playin with 'em, I jus' play my part
Ion play with niggas, I jus' play it smart
Transportation wicked, pull off like a dart
Can't let
Taped to legs beneath pants
Likened to a dark moon
Colliding with the dead world
The red world
Unknown zone of tonight
Flagged down by the sight
Wavers
mama a dime with a lot of ass
And I'm gone kill the pu bodybag
But right after I'm done she can call a cab
I'm a dog off the leash but she love me though
Ooh let’s just stay in bed
I don’t wanna wake up in my head
With the lights on and the right song
I could feel like I’m better off dead
Guess this
about the bills, you better move on
Me and lil baby, skrt off in the coupe
She came with her girls, but she left with the crew
She wanna be stuck to me,
you
Do you know
There are slackers there are people who are
Satisfied by delivering everything they have
– with their knowledge
Their financial
Cutting off ties with just about everyone yeah I got new pressies
Therapy sessions with this right I ain't never went lefty
When I'm up then we up
But
together within a crisis
And you don't need a lot of your money to buy this
Stay with me in the darkness when the light hits
I will promise your family
With these dummies, I'm cleaning up
All Bets Off, class is in session, I got a Kalashnikov
I'm a Professor of words, now run for your Verbs
I get absurd
With these dummies, I'm cleaning up
All Bets Off, class is in session, I got a Kalashnikov
I'm a Professor of words, now run for your Verbs
I get absurd
brand together, there ain't no stopping this sh-
Come up with aliases, bipolar opposites and
Be ready to come off the top as sharp precision
If you got
missin'
I'd zone out with my headphones, all I remember doing's wishin' for shoes
Fuck them stupid Pumas, bitch, it's all about them new edition Troops
I crumble
In this cold world everybody packing better bundle
Searching for the light at the end of the tunnel as it dims
I begin to think I'm looking
sessions called art
I am artist
Dressed in paint raised in music shaped by film felt by vocals
With stories told by scars and ink
My thoughts
Have no direct
o's
Think you hot no i think it's best you dont
If you don't know by now
Ya'll better ask someone
Gimme that cash i'm gone
Up up & away
Up & away
If you
the research and it's clear you haven't
Might not have it mastered but I bet I'll capture
Essence of sessions done by Amy Winehouse
Or maybe find out, I'm just
a check and do the math
I got the digits, fucking with the widgets
On my phone
Carry on
Get off
Get that lockjaw, baby
A-Z
Represent the city
I ain't never
Shit, I'm finna get rich, my mind made up
It's 2022, cut it out with the same stuff
Ain't you gettin' bored?
Got yo' bitch tappin' out off the figure
kill em and dump off the boat
I got Stugots and two guys with the rope
I said you Pussy you already know
Licking the clit and the Kitty get owned
What
run, duckin' the shotgun
leavin' 'em up off my block stunned
One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya
you fuckin' with Bone you better believe
against a pitcher with a ripper you could eat off
Church, then a grip of loons run to third first
Granny yelling go Cubs, nose in her word-search
Seen
ain't my standard
Nomore I'm passed ya
I want better for myself
And I can't have it wit us clashin
Head space no mansion
But you always pull up to it
With
drugs to never be sober, yeah
I can't hop in with a scrub
I don't carry dubs in none of my clothin', yeah
I told this bitch to cool off
She was
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