Lyrics:
joined us last night around 6 or 7
We were improvising on a piece of music
That he said sorta reminded him of Bill Evans
It sounded good to me, it
you can keep ignoring
Side
He's my best friend!
By side
Second best!
By side
Never a bother
Seven times a godfather
Year after year
misbehaving
Ha
Fuck bein a good girl
I rather be a savage
Fuck bein a beauty queen
I rather be a bad bitch
I don't need no prince to save me
A lot of people
just stop denyin' it
Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did
The ultimate by sayin' she wanted to have my kids
Look man, you grown,
What the fuck was going on
And this went on for so long
By the end of it, I was just, like
I got really good at driving and
I was making cables
Fuck
the lil boy bar up
Talk out his neck put him up real far up
Throw him in a hole might as well pull a tarp up
Told her get out bitch that mean you too
Tell
They get clean wind what you gon do?
Rap about a fight I had with
A nigga that by me? And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I
too deep wid it, lil momma pussy so good, man
That I almost fell asleep in it (damn)
Aye, my nigga, come get yo bitch
She outside my traphouse stalkin'
you can pull up the grub
Damn, it's cold as shit
Where are we goin' in from?
Boss said he'd let us in through this door
Well, where is he?
He
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
a day off my calendar
So many tears, twenty years in a fuckin cell
I might as well be stuck in hell
Never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn
But a homie never gave two shits, damn, damn
Never been a bitch
and you spew 'em out at us, don't ya?
I love these little facts, these little facts
"Well you know, smoking takes ten years off your life"
Well it's
I was seven years old at my grandparents' breakfast table
It was ten o'clock in the morning and I was having a bowl of cereal
And my grandfather
You can catch me livin good
But not as good as I wana be
You can try to be like somebody
But youre just a wana be
Bitch im tryna be me
Life is gettin
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
Ever since I put the hoe in my touch, now this bitch won't even spare me the rod.
[Chorus]
7 years now it's all over, now hold on goin' gotta feel
just put in the grind if you were trying
Simply, to be a GOAT of this genre that's why I've kept writing (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Five years strong
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
go
Cock 'em in the air and let your other sister watch
You gettin' hit by the x I'm a porno star
Ohh rhythm x, you're just too good baby
I know
in his own way
They were pilgrims that made
A good life the hard way
Felipe lost his first wife in 1943
7 growing children and desperately in
One thing's for sure, I won't give it to a hoe
I throw a bitch in the god damn trunk
And start slamming that Oakland funk
Short Dogg's in the house,
well
We are some partying mothafuckas"
Tired of these rappers
Tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances
By these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick
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