Lyrics:
the man
Toting drums like I'm in the band
I don't got opps we really fans
Bring yo strap we ain't throwing hands
Yea you bring yours and I bring mine
Won't
sour in the tower i got the power
One plug, you know pull up on us by the hour
I can't get enough of the work
I know a nigga need it first
I told my
Some 9-5 & some move bricks
From Birmingham & man do this
& we all stick by the code
Don't step out the house unless
You plan to bring it home
Don't
costumes
I can now bring me to who, you know
People see as Nicki Minaj i can
Now really bring me into
It and I think that's
Where the confusion lies, is
with bloody hands
Seen too many switch up for they friends
Needed to switch up for a couple bands
I know that God don't ever switch up, I know it's too
bands now
I can't hang out you a bluffer, you had it
But you ain't up it when it rang out
Had to wake 'em up, they sleepin'
Pussy so good, gotta sleep in it
Arch your back and knees in
Bring 'em in
I never get enough, never get enough
they dead
They say, life's short gotta hold my steel
Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field
I was cursed since my young days, speeding
a fuck bout a image,
Young niggas dont fuck wit me cause i dont got a gimmick and
I dont battle rap cause fuck all that talking nigga
Yeah we right by
missing ID
But the young trendsetting musician I be
Got critics giving up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring your Mrs by me
I'm it I'm it call me Mr. IT
Jump in the whip with the bag in it Foreign bitch and she matched with it
Money up, so the swag different Blue face and rubber bands in it
I got it
pretty young fair maid, could you and I agree,
To join our hands in wedlock bands, and married we will be;
We'll join our hands in wedlock bands
Strappin' it up with a whole hundred rounds
Sackin' it up, ain't no fucking around
We get that guap, ain't no fucking around
(Yeah) Young rich nigga
you said
Cause I'm smokin' loud
I was put in by a cell, but I'm home now
I done made it through the struggle
Now I'm goin' viral
I came home, broke
sheets so I move cautious
We dying every week, by the police, and I ain't off it
I be moving smart so Ma don't see me ina coffin
Money come and go, I go
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I
my side cause I never chase
My heart is cold and you still young
But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over
My heart is cold and you still young
not with out sins though
The pain and suffering you bring
Well, now it's nun to me (It ain't nun to me)
And living life on the edge
Has never been fun
my music, buddy if you don't like it you can go home
I love it when I'm out and I meet a lil shawty and she saying she don't like some of my hits tho
to God we sliding
You peewee, junior high, Eli, bitch I'm a giant
I get that backwood, I'm packing it
See the sack, tackle it
Thought we was capping, so we
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
doubt they'll ever count it, staying grounded
I'm surrounded by some young kings, some young kings
Doing dumb things while were barely functioning
What
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
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