Lyrics:
When they change tones they go off the days on
They go on I'm home
I roam the Venice district by the time I hit
My first chick, I was distant
in the corner doin' coke, she look like Lauryn Hill
I told my brother man this trap rollin', keep it goin' fair as will
And it's not gon' be
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
more will I go all around the world,
for I have found my world in,
Y-O-U, HEY! Ha!
"What difference does it make!?
Jokers, Tokers and Smokers!
How are
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
to be rich, that broke shit is obsolete
Possibly off of my rocker, watch how you watching me
Sophisticated, psychotic, fly as a pilot
Officially
wop the Hill and Lauryn in the booth
I speak for truth
Back in, admit it
You can't comprehend it
This vision I'm spittin is way too consistent
you were a champion in their eyes?)
You don't see just how wild the crowd is?
You don't see just how fly my style is?
I don't see why I need
where it's pointed to
I'm on my way up, since I've learned to move like bosses do
Time-shifted when nobody was paying attention
You can't fade what paved
dog I'd never change put that on the gang
I'm pouring excellence out my body
I'm kickin' shit just like karate
Gotta be official to get by me
I take off
of imagination
I don't want a plastic nation, dread that like a Haitian
While you motherfuckers waiting
I be off the slave ship, building pyramids, writing my
No signal in the Hills, no signal in the Hills (we got no signal)
Girl, I'ma show you off
You find a fifty, then I'm pussy
We take your girl, boy
walk through kinston
I beat the odds when they all against me
Keep my eyes on who took losses with me
Can’t trust no bitch
Don’t even talk to Siri
If I
Can't believe I'm leaving
Got my boxes by the door
Sorting through my memories
Cross legged on the floor
My diaries and scrapbooks, oh
They
Sweat until my clothes come off (take it all off)
It's explosive, speakers are pumping (oh)
Still jumping, six in the morning
Table dancing, glasses
Sweat until my clothes come off (take it all off)
It's explosive, speakers are pumping (oh)
Still jumping, six in the morning
Table dancing, glasses
big, like Drake, I'm on one
My big bucks got me feeling so bossy
Like Lauryn Hill, me ah kill dem softly
This 'ya gyal rather fi be cold and naughty
as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrassle to get it back
You know,
on my behalf
If it's not for my good then take it off of my path
If I chase after things then my drive has no gas
And I still crash and that's real sad
I
I killed every single, motherfucker
What you tell me
Stand in the rain with the sight to pacific
Nightlights like paris in my head
I can't ever sleep
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
niggas be taking time off
Their grind soft
Lil mama say I need time off
Cause they eyes on, damn
I can’t take no time off
Learned a long time ago
To cut
Nigga, my shit is real, my shit is raw
My shit is authentic
You can't spell "Bars" without puttin'
That "Ars" in it
Off top, if the lead clap
You dare
can't admit defeat
My mind is my glock, keep my third eye cocked
Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now who's hot and who's not
I want
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