Lyrics:
to second guess it
Need some rest, so I slept in
One day of the year, it's mine to celebrate
Lived through a couple years, fourteen by today
All about
times and I'll still be here
My old records sell about a half a mil' a year
I say "Bitch get naked" so pimpishly
Spit rhymes through decades and centuries
this bitch, nobody tries to come hit
Got figures (got figures), my niggas (my niggas)
Look at us, we over here on album three, my nigga
Remember
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
Days ahead, brand new year
Yeah!
Days ahead, brand new year
Time to put this bitch in gear
Manifest and levitate
Take off and accelerate
Days ahead,
heinous, in a year and a half, I'mma lay brainless
Deceased by the day I'm way famous, I'mma spread positivity, I'm a straight savior
Time travel in the past
bullied by the boys 2014 was the year shit (what? what? what?)
Used to be zero now the only one left (huh? huh? huh?)
Searching for the hero bitch I never
a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm going big bitch, suck my dick
Yeah I'm going big
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your
Over down on the driveway
Fast forward a couple of years and I'm bumpin' that Sade
Fast forward a couple of more and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By
the remaining band members
Including Hayley we want to thank you guys
For all of your love
And support over the past 7 years it’s been
An honor creating
You can cut me five stacks, I might make you a album
That's if you don't suck, you do, I'm chargin' 15 thousand
The game don't stop, I got laced by Mic
running home
I call collect get me a 38, now bitch is on
9 millimeter, baretta to 40 cal
By 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down
I hit
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
of Cawdor coming for the king, bitch, better look out (Oh)
Then I told them I had album of the year they said it was profound
Listen to the sound (what, what)
Woah, tats on my face I will never have a desk job
But I just got promoted by ya bitch, I got the head job
She ain't Jeff Bezos but I swear she got
rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible
Point out the bounce, and show you how
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
later
I'm Mr. motherfucker Mr. moneymaker
I'm Mr. make your bitches day by how I break her
Get this bitch up off me, get this bitch up off me
Get this
twenty five
My first million by twenty five at the very least
so thatll be in seven years
So Ill be a multimillionaire in ten years
Confused by this world
Sarajevo
But I make sure their albums make a peso
Dashie's getting slammed by snow
6 inches on the western portion, it'll blow
If I were a Monstercat artist,
and
Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch
On his skit on his last album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
(I will shit on you, I
to look like a Khalid album cover
American teen now and forever
Hold my breath and close your eyes
Never take the time to realize
That in a year or two
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