Lyrics:
for a rainy day
Shit what I learn
No shorts n no losses
Never change n move cautious
And I Learned the game rules from hanging around bosses
Get it in
foot? (Huh)
When are you gon' show us that you number one? (When)
And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple
Ayo
Ayo, my chef been whippin' for three days straight
Fiends lined up for four houses, damn, no shake
What the fuck is that Celine on your
(What?)
She said you a sophomore
Bitch I'm in my second season
Gotta put my jerseys in
The rafters right now, dC fuckin' eatin'
I don't want that shit, he
the coldest
My heart you broke it
Took that pain you put inside my heart and yes I wrote it
Yeaa
I been up four days can't get no sleep
In and out the house, I
Headz ain't ready for this Clik we got
Headz ain't ready man I swear they not
Now a days I had it up to here, from my chest to my head
When
mean years man
Damn, a whale could have swam in them tears fam
'Cause as I left them I reflected on my younger days
When it was just me and my brother
mean years man
Damn, a whale could have swam in them tears fam
'Cause as I left them I reflected on my younger days
When it was just me and my brother
nice
Wondering if she's right
And you're hoping that I stay the same
When you know seasons seem to change
Sledding in the snow on christmas day
Dinner
Just to get to your house
To spend the day in your house
I'll be by your side
Wherever my soul resides
I'll be by your side
Always
The hurricane's eye
Headz ain't Ready for this Clik we got
Headz ain't Ready man I swear they not
Now a days I had it up to here, from my chest to my head
When
I was six the day James Baldwin died, and fifteen in ninety-six when Tupac's mother
Cried
Turned twenty in twenty-oh-one when Bush lied, and today in
the bacon
Find me hustling in the ghetto, that's where I'll be staying
When you want to get hight on some credit, you better be paying
And if a serious
In my feelings no one sees it, bills on bills keep pilling
No time for Beefing, it's my season, diamonds gat me shivering
Been trynna screw me that's
Or these ghetto fab queens
Already platlum in the streets
I even got them jail house niggas
Sendin' they cheese to me
Big Chan in japan
Bitch I'm over
[Chorus]
He was killed in the end by quiet persuasion
Not the FBI home invasion
Nor the cross on his lawn emblazoned
The predictable fights didn't
Heather, the flyest girl in our school
I got a very large house, with an inground pool
I rock Polo and Abercrombie & Fitch, I'm rich
Pompous and arrogant,
Skimming through the mysteries of life
While the sports kids step-step around me
No one in this house opens the curtains
The girls watch the news in their
I rip the bong until I pass out
Pushing hella product, yeah the studio my trap house
My rhymes will hit you in the face like I was Oscar De La Hoya
I
the offspring of David, Your servant, to flourish, and lift up His glory by Your divine help because we wait for Your Yeshua all the day. Blessed are You, O LORD,
As the birdy being herded by 4 foot 5
Snow White guys stupid on Instagram Live
Smash my like button, my number goes up
I'm putting bounce in this house I'm about
said "Today's a good day to die."
But he never really was a big fan of their work
So he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt
A friend
I'd rather listen to Nightcore
On repeat times twenty-four
Than be trapped in a psych ward
It's like
Living life without an aorta with a vice cord
watch how the f*k we spend
we at the bar buring hundreds end fiftys the next colangelo cause im
balling in my city we blow doe doe every day get down
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