Lyrics:
Wanting more, wanting more
We would know the same thing
We're both comp-compasses
And the people don't know
Worries on our hands
'Cause we're
Hold up man wait think we found a new classic
Winning in life is my status
We are not comp
You ain't seeing no action
I can't pretend like it's all good
up comp it's legendary
Elevator to the top, we ain't been down lately
Threw a party treehouse, too lit, can't stop
All the monkeys on us, cause we got
to comp this traffic
I'm catching onto these bad habit's
Like it's over
Hearts beating faster
Teeths chrunchin
Nails in pillow - Surrounded shallow
My love for you is
Just like a comp-u-ter
I see what you do
I'm your favorite view-e-r
Tell ya all you need to know
‘bout the futu-u-u-u-ure
My
shit, and test me on the beat
So hot they're gonna say they think I'm weird
Or crazy cuz they can't explain it /feel me
Comp-comp-comp
the comp comp comp competition
Man your album like Draymond that’s a tough listen
All I got is number 1’s in my hand go fishin’
Go down on my bitch if I
Listen in motion
No stops cuz we devoted
Burned the brakes off this bitch
Coastin forward ain't no comp we posted
Been sick I'm off my dosage
Cordial
comp
Smoke a opp in the booth
Then we feast like the gang got the munchies
Whole time I been in my duffy, dub on a jacket
The other on jeans, that shit
I'm a gonna get my worker's comp check.
I'm a gonna buy you lots of food.
I'm a gonna drop some bricks on my head.
I'm a gonna be laid up for
R I P day low E comp nigga
State fair
C block shit
I set a nigga off in dis bitch nigga
Have dem boys knock you off in dis bitch nigga
I cant Afford
Empty empty empty empty empty empty
My pockets never on it block ain't never on it
All my comp getting stomped they forever on it
They can never eat
genre haut les mains
J'lève mon verre à ceux qui m'ont aidé
Mon majeur à ceux qui m'ont toisé
J'vide mon te-comp pour ceux qui m'ont aimé
Mon chargeur
this field we walking
We talking, we start this, no comp nigga
We lock shit down and this shit gon' burn
All day you in the way, Paz it's your turn
This
you a solider b
So what's with the lack of the loyalty
I reside in your head rent free
Must be the type of the comp you keep
Labels and A&rs keep
Desde que tu estas ya no pienso en nadie mas, (No)
todo ese pasado mami lo deje atr�s, (Prr)
Tu me tienes loco cantando fuera el comp�s,
Y me da una vaina
porque ce usa BAPE
Preto e dinheiro combina
Eu to flex com minha minha
Quem vier atrapalhar
Minha comp assassina
Preto e dinheiro combina
Eu to flex com
And try to be like me too
Like me too
I write and produce all my songs
I dare you to sing along
Try to comp my style
Does anger fit your tiles?
Produce all
a lot
Not a lot of time
My comp sci man
He poured himself a cup of ambition
But maybe he ought to start with the dishes
Got a boy of his own growing big
with me ho
Go ahead, make my day, give me a show
Comp dropping left and right go and throw some more
Coming direct ain't your usual habit
Think I'm
Yo LandLord its ya boy COMP man
The Man with The Hand cuzz
I know you for spittin so you know what it is yo
I hear you got the motherfucking streets
with not effort I'm better I did it again
You know I
Give af bout a nigga that's feeling comp shit I know I go in
I never knew I can be better
All
worked construction, I hurt my back
I took worker's comp. and the state took it back
I took worker's comp. and I took another job
The state calls a double
don't suggest no theories
Shit I been looking for some comp but ain't no comp near me
I'll be honest
Currently it's fuck being modest
I'm just tryna keep
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