Lyrics:
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
comes and goes
I can only blame myself while gathering all of your belongings
Now you're my ex, I'm vex, I'm really haunted by your fragrance
Top
Jack boys trying to jack let that Glizzy off
(GRRRRLOW)
My bih blowing up my phone
(YAH)
She trying to piss me off
(PISS ME OFF)
Pack touched down I’m
Seen your bitch ass, what the fuck you doing?
I'm so tired, your dumb ass is looking stupid
I'm no bad man, I just don't like losing
I'm so sick
and I party wit the A list
Riding through the city by the dock where the bay is
You went the wrong way so you now you skip bay less
What's your eta gang
'lil blitz
Every time step we get our step on
If you ever call for help
Better put your best on me
Shit I can do this by myself
Y'all better help homie
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
And I really need help from your light
To be able to do the right thing
And not be blinded by anything
That's of this world, Lord
I'm grateful for you,
dreaming that I'm dying
I got Hassen on my brain
With a brick up on my mind
With a icy slave chain 'cause I'm rich and can't move 'round
I go wrong by
on the phone, come talk to me
I'll be waitin' on you, dawg at the office, peace
Now I'm thinkin' hard as I walk to my house
The fuck have I done now, what
You know, I'm just going through a lot
This is what my thumbs jot
It's hard to get out that spot
When you made your own plot
Life hits hard despite
game nigga
Hope ya bulletproof
Fat fuck lame nigga
Know who I'm talkin' to
Glad ya man did
You 'bout to get it too
Rest with your fam man
This
I know I got Serenity
I've got the peace knowing God is right in front me
I'm making plans but the Lord pave my path
I'm finding comfort in your rod
I know I got Serenity
I've got the peace knowing God is right in front me
I'm making plans but the Lord pave my path
I'm finding comfort in your rod
Muthaphucka if you don't gimme some of dat ice cream
Muthaphucka im gon scream
Im gonna pull out the blicky
Im gonna pull up
Im gonna hit a lick
Im, finna hit
wings like butterfly
All the things I'm seeing are so surreal to my eyes
I know I can never die, legacy is on my mind
Spread your wings like butterfly,
Well, I guess it?s safe to say I'm on my Joc
And everything I say seem to come from the heart
And even if you hate me you gotta play your part
sellery with mental telepathy
Then I melt them down till they vaporize
Then imprinted on the ground by my laser eyes
(Oh yeah) It's Andy, Dustin and Rod
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
leave this world young playa don't nobody know
I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor
I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had
dawg
Pick a MC put him in a zoot (smoke that)
You don't want smoke, you just pick and choose (hmm)
Put on your album, I'm skippin' through
This ain't
I've come a long way, said the captain
From lost Christabel this night
Accompanied by my dog familiar
To blast your rafters with my surprise!
a job getting paid dollars by the week
I call my calls nigga I'm my own boss
Some niggas travel for the duffle
Make the wrong calls
And the take the long
.jpg "Rod Stewart")
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