Lyrics:
And scrolling thru the role he's bound by letting truth be told we out
To make a difference
In a day age where hate is senseless
No one's tryna catch a fade they
hearing the speed I exhibit
And they fearing it
And steering it
This the final war I'm declaring it
By the end of this album you'll be so fucking shook
(chorus)
cll the haters get mad(fuck you)
While i laugh thats so sad
Whatsup with you bro the album i dropped no
Well fuck you cuz i dont need
a breath
RIP to Cole and T, young mouths, I need rest
Put all of my life into they legacy, my lest
Cannot catch a break
But they don't break because
if it's not the first album it'll be the second album, if it's not the second album it'll be the third album. I'm not just trying to say imma come out
it off
'Cause we can get it on, don't let the dance steps fool ya
'Cause if I catch ya slippin', I'ma have to do ya, do ya
One to the chin, another
talk shit and they in range to catch a knife
This ain't regular LP
It's a full length album stuck in one stage of grief
Hate, curl up in my seat
Cranking
[sinister laughter]
Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga
[Prodigy]
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
do about it
I rock out I might catch a body
All of my niggaz they bout it
We got xotti got xotti got xotti
My shooter he stay with the shotti
I am
Gotta run away
Gotta run away
Fuck up out my face
'Fore i catch a case
Hold up
Gotta run away
I've been keeping score since the other day
Told
I've been driving state to state so I could catch a feeling
I ain't catch that feeling so I made an album about it
While I'm making Peter made
that hoe to the bank
Imma real killer by nature not twisting my fingers
Don't do what you do cause that's fake
Imma go spend all this paper not owing no
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
Better look me up on Spotify
Shorty rockin all my merch
Looking like she sponsored by
Had to let her ink my whole body
Cause she certified
Tedder turn me
Might just stomp on a opp
Call that boy album, he gon' drop
Huh, I ain't got time to stop
And this glock gon' turn his oversized T to a crop top
I'm glad
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
not a lotta things
That impress me but this album definitely took me by the balls
And said look here, this sure is something serious
Futuristic, he
a hustler or a g that's out grinding me in these streets
Everything I touch straight up catch on fire
Ain't nobody putting in the work that I put in I shut it
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
be duplicated by computer
We gon' set it off, we gon' set it off
Something on my chest and I gotta get it off
So we gon' let it off, catch it like
Puffing Inspirado I been Smoking by the pound
I been smoking too much these days - you can catch me in the clouds
10 blunts to the face - So I ain't ever
[Verse 1]
You might catch me on the interstate (I10)
Actin' bad, ho's hollerin' there he go
Who? Boosie bad ass
And these fools know I keep that thing
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