Lyrics:
the whip
Shoot those, but not close
It's not fun
Hot wheels on my car
So don't run
Don’t run you can’t hide
What's up?
We up next
I’m a hit man, you my
overtime
Went into album mode
That's what you wanted right
So excuse my delay
Yeah
Excuse my delay
lay
lay
So how many stayed with us
When we was making
hit for hit, said fuck the gold
She thought I told her ass a joke, when I said I'm an album mode
When I done told her ass to go
Back to back like Drake,
you seen and what you saw?
Now my name starts your sentence, you'z a hater by law
I'm by far tighter than training bras on Dolly Parton
You think
niggas off something gravy
Especially when I get to doin' it by the way, hey
So that nigga told me, that's square
But why ya want to get in on that
Luftballons
While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA
the highway to Tulsa, Missouri
So fast that the hurt can't catch up
I'm burning your memory
One mile at a time
All the way to Tacoma
By then I hope you're out
the grid
I'm offing it
Music, I am lost in it
I'm positive
Got the flow I locked in
I'm boxed with it
So far, I'm in too deep now
No way I could be stopping
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
Playboy
[Chorus]
You balling
If you got Sprewell rims, and they crawling
If you got four five, Clarions balling
You hit the club on dubs,
Man, who would've thought I would've
Made it this far? It's number five
Five albums
I recognize that it's because of you
It's only by your grace that
Though it's so basic
What's to say I won't change it implant and asic
Into my skull to make me far more
Complacent I'll understand my place yes enslave
Me
never be enough
I know things change but I hope you hit me your
Yeah
No matter how far I am girl I still love you
And all I'm just asking can I see you
Listen baby, sometimes I know I be playin' but set aside the bullshit, I'ma grown ass man.
Whats to understand that I love to fuck, can I hit it
Cartier
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
I got homies knocked by police
They gone have to hit me up on the phone now
When you're weary, feelin small
And tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all
I am by your side
When times get tough
And friends just can't be found
dope
They asking me who did it, fuck the Jakes, told em I don't know
I told Daigo that this album bout to drop, told me I can't stop
All these so
the fuck out of my way now
You are so far off my level
Stop!
In the barber shop with my niggas (ay)
I ain't never soft for my nigga (ay)
I ain't never
Or fear, I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
You need to git up, git out and git something
Or fear, I know the Lord ain't brought me this far so he could drop me off here
Did I make myself clear?
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git
So you moved to Charlotte and you slept in your car
And you’re proud of yourself cause you came so far
But your life’s a wreck
And you live check
dressed
This past year left me stressed and depressed
Finally decided to move back to my hometown and so far it's for the best
Barely made it through
the parking lot, dazzled by the starlight.
Hoping for an answer to the far cry, but in my head I knew what she was saying.
It went on like...
What does it take
a bearded man on his squad
So much power from oil money
That poor folks can't sit by him
No problem Osama
Bin Laden been hiding
So long that them pictures all
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