Lyrics:
cold
Dear rappers, can you help me?
I'll even take a selfie with
Your album that I bought
I got every single CD that
You ever fuckin' dropped
I spent
pay off police
I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish
One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps
Don't run up on me, I wish
bitches by they looks
When it's really all about what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a True
Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro?
Got your
And maybe we can be better friends
Perhaps we'll be closer
Be the thug in your life
Baby, and you'll be my soldier
And I know it takes some time
And you
trouble but we never gettin' caught
We a menace to society but never O-Dog
No rest, no stress, I just give it no thought
No sleep, don't sleep when there's
Damn
Uh
Listen
Aye hey
Hey
Think outside of the box
Yeah that's the album my niggas don't play like you stupid
If I shoot you gone die and you bitch
ironic we made it, dog, like this shit is nothing
Started from small performances in the 5 tho
In a month might be hitting up by Dubai tho
Late night
tell if it's real or fake
Serpents lurking, my grass cut, I see the snakes
My album drops in a couple days, I feel amazing
I know some people that will
basement
Makin albums like we gotta get this placement
Nigga wake me up
I must be sleep
Bro wake me up
Cuz the way we up
We must took flight
Then we got
(Bridge)
But whoever could have guessed,
That when you were laid to rest,
The world that you thought so cold,
Would be there by your bedside to hold your
and your name
They be calling, calling, calling, calling
You balling
If you push a candy color, with butter on cutters
You got a flock of girls, and they
your truck's parked down on
The edge of the clouds
Got the dogs in the back
And the tailgate's down
Hope it's everything you thought it would be
And if
and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer, yes my dear
S***'s official, only, the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot crying
The kids, the dog
Scrunch your face
Like the pussy sour
I'm Bringing my presence before my album
this a baby shower
Ugh
I must be ahead of the competition
Cause I'm the only
album early, call it ultrasound
I might drop another album after i go beyond
Young goat in his prime im M in 99
Living by the palm trees
Always had my
to sleep by us like hotel, we saw his days end
Ain't from Maryland, but that hoe be ravin' for me
Just like Baltimore
He paranoid, that boy be ridin' four
To 'phatness' like this
From one story the cowboy was founded
I'm surrounded by Casual, and Whitey Ford, the whole world and your girl
From the Bay
life
You leaving without it, get caught by the night
I'm sending my dog, cause I know he bite
You think that I'm fighting, go fight for your life
I'm
down, you know it’s otherwise
See the bigger picture, stop living a lie
Stop following trends, be aware, follow your heart
Don’t let them think for you,
got to speed, ride, let's go really
Don't care if everybody knows
Now we gon sell out big shows
You wanna be down we still say no
Come on put your
Dog god be-be-bites my face.
Rip it out by the roots, rip it out by the roots
Rip it out.
Goddamn toilet washes me away.
I am the chocolate cow,
when bitches worried bout the sum
Aye, yeah, from the jump
Yeah it hard to move the pasta when your pockets in a rush
Yeah, aye
So I pass my dog
[Ruck]
I flow fluidly, though I be the being of your bee's wax
Ease back, fo' I squeeze that
We don't need that, do we, do we?
Rap style,
be lost)
Moe they say he Big Dog
That bitch ain't a boss to me (Slap em down)
What they say it's worth out here
Is not what that shit costing me (Who
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