Lyrics:
want to be free
And open up my eyes
To the wonders that you see
See the airplane fly
See the trees rush by
Be brave and strong when you hurt yourself
Then you wonder: "How can kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate, I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in
when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there
Dreaming
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all by myself
No one fucked with me but
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
to come out 4 against one
But Im still gonna clutch
So you might wanna run
Like you got pumped up kicks
Cause J's gotta gun
Face up against me and your done
some Dre beats
No, I should hook up with Tay Keith
Fans keep on pulling me one way
Haters pull me in another
Got more hooks in me than Swae Lee
act
Or who witness it
Cannot help but believe that such confidence
Is real and justified they
Respond instinctively by backing up, by
Getting out
trying to say baloney to me
But today, I'll bring back the rap albums
So they can play my shit
Like Madras Girls Basketball Team did with my last album
I
doin' what your momma say
Ain't got no dreams, ain't bout to chase em
That could never be me, I've come up way to far to waste it
I ain't playin' now
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
I'm posted in the A
My chevy sittin low, my phantom ridin high
Them A's go up every time I ride by
Shawty whats up, I'm the shit
Yea you can do it, but
the age of eight years
My Pops shot up, drug-related
Mama addicted
So Granny raised me in projects where thugs was hanging
Blood was staining
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
Truth like Beanie Siegel first album (album)
Yeah, sit Moroccan couches
Fountain of youth crib like Mott Haven Housing
Beat it up, eat the wrong
tween tween
Caught me in the air it felt like Crawford up to Blake griffin
I almost turned yo phone call into an interlude
That's not even a topic I wanna
these niggas from the gitty up
Y'all give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up
And niggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is
but here's what's going on with me. I have this really crazy dream. I just, I want to write Christmas music. And, um, I'm thinking about putting up
to be cheesy
But you make life easy
When mom and dad leave
It's just you and me
As we get older
I'll be by your shoulder
Maybe I'm naive
I'll wait and see
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