Lyrics:
and bitches
Always hollering, that ya'll real, but y'all fake so I keep my distance
Nigga's wanna play, till I leave 'em on a shirt
Driving by nigga, yea I
I'm eating rice veggies and tofu
Reciting what we go through
Making music that is soulful
Relax this spotlight isn't everything they told you
Like crack
And how my mind just took off the imaginations
And possibilities i could do with this Paper Plane
Darkness is leaking from the cracks
We cannot contain it
spirit's weary from my growing pains
I'm a space monkey and my rocket's in flames
I remember the world before digital came
I was born on the cusp of so many
done for you?
Our friendship meant a lot to me
Just like that, it's over dude?
Bullshit won't stay away from me
Life seems to grab me by the throat
Holds
hundreds of
Things that happened one night
I went to a listening party
Just to pick up my backpack from a friend
Next thing I know, I'm in this studio
I'm a Brooklyn ngga anyhow.
Hoodie from vinnie styles.
Cook like mr. chows.
Momma gone miss a child.
If u ever cross this thing of ours.
Married
up
No way to dodge police brutality
Selling crack cocaine, making a teacher's salary
Mexicans hopping the borders in the thousands
Become cholos,
Well I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on wait
Call up the krew, hook it up.
to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently
to Mase's Pawn Shop, got me a gat
Didn't know this crack shit, I got my uncle to cook
With my eyes on my paper, I just fumbled and looked
Impatiently
it's toxic
Godless, hallowin' the gods that is counterfeit
We live from 'de party o' 'de dearly departed
The darkness is flowing from my nostrils
counterfeit
We live from 'de party o' 'de dearly departed
The darkness is flowing from my nostrils
We're so psychotic, we still partyin' like we not sick
YOLO,
It’s a rich nigga party you can’t get in here
Bring a gat cause you know we got them sticks in here
Percs and molly bitch you know we get lit in here
I'm by my dolo[01:30.70]Used to feel so far, now I feel so close[01:33.21]She think I just wanna party and go home.[01:36.61]Oh no[01:38.57]I ain't come
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from the seven one eight it goes
Brooklyn, from
won't defile
Nah the game ain't been the same since my baby capsule had dropped from Mars
Got a bit homesick so i levelled up like rockets bruz
Dogs just
She love to party (party), she get naughty (uh)
Back to back, she fuckin' every nigga 'round me ('round me)
Million dollar nigga from the rags (rags)
That's the kilo and smoke, g-lock and a spin
Three tops talking fish, round the pot I'm equip
Pocket rockets for the party, the mops for the vids
lies created by nerds
You think that I'm playin, you mark my words
Just like man sends rockets to Mars
Hip-hop living is ascending to stars
The more
was a rock
For five wild years in L"Orient
The party never stopped
There were pirates from the Indies
There were models from Paris
There were
a planet
Some say it was a rock
For five wild years in L"Orient
The party never stopped
There were pirates from the Indies
There were models from
you're muthafuckin dumb or on crack
Got the formula, no Similac
If you're looking for me, find out where the bad bitches at
Shawty thick as hell and her
insecure like Issa Rae
The game in disarray, man, who can really spit today? (Who can rap?)
I think people are gettin' tired of all the party rap
Me, I'm
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