Lyrics:
my mind think better
So, we get high
I'm never puttin' these thots on my girl level
So, she ain't mine
And if a thottie ever told you I love her
get money no dey pay again
My boyfriend is rich shey you get headache
I say ain't no body do it like me
Ain't no motherfucker stopping my win
Charlie
You’re not ready for the snow man
You don’t want drama
Trust me, I get hot like lava
So in point in the war
The government want to find out if
I’ve been
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
done been through so much pain, I can't patch up my bruise
I'm gon' drop me a mixtape and a album
I'm gon' get high as fuck in the Phantom
I'm gon'
you been rollin' solo
Time to get down with the team
The grass is greener on that other side
If you know what I mean
I'll show you shit you never seen
like a swiss knife
Never been a rich guy
But I'll buy the biggest coffin for the old
Me when I find wherever it lies
Some of you missed me writing lines
So two hours later when the court gets dismissed
Last thing I need is gettin' dissed by these bitches
Out here begging me for some cheddar biscuits
Emotions high, and I'll pour it again
I scored one time, and I'll score it again
My life has hope, I'm restorin' again
Oh, now that I'm open, you feelin' me
make
Me think dip dy dip to the socialize
Of americal not America mer
Medler rich peddler "hold up?
Which ways up whatever high
Heather by bush push
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
should've listened when they told me
Now when I drink, I get to sendin' you these messages just 'cause I'm lonely
And it ain't 'cause I'm wasted
It's because
you be straight with me now that
It's just us 2 on this train?
Cause I was gonna spend some time and money
Today to remaster some dumb old album
And I
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
behind me
Young, rich, and in the sticks tryna find peace
I ain't get high and I ain't sell dope
People ask, "Why?" I did it for my folks
Wanna slice
duckin from my guillotine stare
I'm right there; my every word, a fuckin' nightmare
Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall
This for my dogs down
city you'll find me
Look for trouble right behind me
My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, know what I mean?
I hit the scene, niggas ducking from my
feelin' on me
We gon' see (hmm, hmm, what?)
Uh, look
I ain't the type to let it slide or just ignore it
Whatever you want get into, my nigga I'm here
of cash
To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin a dash
Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph
And, uh, when your new album droppin fool
That
the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is s***ty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me
Looking for trouble
mention me, then you gon' end up in a body bag
Lil' mama, I ain't tryna fuck you if you ain't got a lot of ass
I need a lot of that, yeah-yeah
High
very high for a really long time
Just to see what
That was like when I recorded
The bulk of the album
I got so skinny because I was
Smoking weed
or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior whopper clique smoked up
Please tell me is you STUPID?! I take money
Crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clique lootin
inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile
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