Lyrics:
Cartier views from the bottom
Got mud on my red octobers in august
All of my followers poppin
We kickin shit properly
Promise you autta see
You gotta come
Heh I don't know guys
(Late October: Chorus)
Big body, Big Benz,
Wrist dripping wet nigga let it soak in,
Friends in my pocket by the name of Benjamin,
Blessings I'm handed
But like $50 bills I take for granted
Abusing all my talents
With the morals that I mismanage
I'm pandering to men who slander
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
just told me all the reasons
I have to find my own way, don't change it like the season
It's my life, I live it on my own
Welcome to dangerzone
It's my
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
So I'm want to be
I'm really doing this for, like my people
My family and the ones I look up to and the ones who look up to me
And I have a lot
The twenty-third Morn of October
The Moon, a friend I longed for to stay
Had departed with a smile for the day
And outside I heard my kinship mourning
For my life
last time
The memories caved in I was six, I was nine, every room held an age for a time in my life
You were a mother a father, I was one of your own,
to smile
CauSe I'm pretty for a black girl
Why I can't I just be pretty
Niggas see that my heart is good
Then push me to make it gritty
Finally left out my
of Somalia
Which I escaped as a boy
My audience is in America
So my songs should reflect the land where
I have chosen to live and work
They have a point
touched by anyone
Dear God
My mother's legs throb bad
Ma religiously rubs ointments on them
Like she is scrubbing grime from her bathtub
She repeatedly
with the money.
So Aladdin's mother fetched the lamp for her son,
but she saw the lamp was exceedingly dirty.
My son,
Here's the lamp but it is dirty.
I
And if I'm doomed, may the wound
Help my mother be blessed for many moons
I suffer a lot
And every day that glass mirror get tougher to watch
I tie my
and
Them hating and them ho niggas
My wrist 30 below niggas
My bitch gotta ho with her that ho
(MayDay, 2 Chainz)
Came in this mother fucker by myself
When I
wouldn't wake my
Yo how the fuck you not getting paid for this
Bitch where the loot
Everybody mute
Thorb in this mother fucker everybody move
Everybody cute
enemies hating
Back to the pin four years violation (Damn)
You really want to play (Unhuh)
You really want to pay (Unhuh)
I keep my rag blue every mother
painting, I’ve been waiting for your closure
I’ve been waiting for your call since October
My hotline bling ain’t blinging
Did this moment give imaginary
my way
I'd take a boat from the river
And I'd bury the old man
I'd bury him at sea
Blessed are the poor
For they shall inherit the earth
Better
my way
I'd take a boat from the river
And I'd bury the old man
I'd bury him at sea
Blessed are the poor
For they shall inherit the earth
Better
a struggle and we tryna live
Lost my kid, she was there
Lost her brother, we was in bed
Now me and her mother got something in common
Wishing we never go thru
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
up with the mother fucking left
Unexpected when I'm coming to the basket
Just stay up out my lane like I'm bad for your health
Then I'm going for
nigga
WitH getting money's involved
Got an ounce in my draws
I just wanna live forever my nigga
Took the blue pill, crack the Act seal
If Q said it then
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