Lyrics:
gonna crawl, uh (crawl)
Then I'm gonna walk, uh huh (walk)
Then I'm gonna stand, uh huh (stand)
Then I'm gonna talk, uh (talk)
Then
to clapping, soldier action specialty of style
We made the whole world respect the underground while
Some of y'all niggas talk shit and get mad
Cause we did
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
I'm alive I'm awake now
Talk of the block when I came down
Life is on display now
I could never stay down
I say
At the top looking way down
Way way
I've been alive for even longer
To be honest I could've never predicted this progress
Look at where we started
Now its 80 bars like Hov did
God did
to the trap, get it fast
Take a sip, call a Lyft, tell a joke I'ma laugh
And you know I'm spazzin', no coke I'ma pass
We could talk but I don't wanna know
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so
a plan cuz im a man so I react
E City tell you that their SAC President had a SACK
I got the Flow so let me talk
I ain't have no wheels that I could ride
When homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burner
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
eyes
Converge on your hand
I wish that we could just talk
I wish that we could just move it move it
I try to talk but I can't
My mouth's a room for
ain't no angel nigga
[Chorus]
I just flip more bricks when they talk about me
I just buy more whips when they talk about me
I just stack my chips
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin
I used to print out Nas raps and tape 'em up on my wall
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
talk and go somewhere
Yo I ain't done
Because this is fun
cfter we just begun on this shit
Like y'all want me to make a hit?
I could if I'm fit to be lit
talk and go somewhere
Yo I ain't done
Because this is fun
After we just begun on this shit
Like y'all want me to make a hit?
I could if I'm fit to be lit
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray
Put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so
that?
In the crib that you livin' at, you
Only got men on ya wall
Where are all the women at?
I been could scrap, and you a decent height
But if my fists
I've been sober a fuckin' year
And that fucker still talks to me, he's all I can fuckin' hear
"Marshall, come on, we'll watch the game
It's
for tracks
You dudes talk shit, tryna mentally haze me
But those cheap shots never could phase me
They could never amaze me
Your bullshit never could
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