Lyrics:
for an R&B album wonderin' my outcome
Want the black triangle
But I'm real with or without one
'Cause I'ma still sport wrinkled Armani jeans
Smokin'
heads
And Marsha(ll), do you snort crack or what
Cos I can't even imagine m&m's without having nuts
Or chocolate, nah see what we got here is
Just a butt
on demon watch
Be the aprop, do I see a cop or see a op
When I tread light, envy wise and homeless as a dove
He was up to us, we call him angels down from up
only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way that I speak, Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two
'm obsessed with you
Can't stop thinking about you
I feel lonely without you
Fascinated by you
Infatuated with you
I deserve to be with you
My
One and only
You
the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I
Party time
It's party time
Without a doubt I'm coming back and I would do it again
You can take away my beat and don't touch my pen
My name is
quickly, gettin' slow, baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin' down
What's new in town? Let's do it
gas without causing an accident
Pump my gas, cut my grass, I can't take out the f- trash
Without someone passing through my sub', harassing
I'd count
end?
Can't pump my gas without causing an accident
Pump my gas, cut my grass, I can't take out the fucking trash
Without someone passing through my
decided to leave and get
His rap on elsewhere
Ask me if they care and I
Give you a stare like no
You can't cope, they dope, but outtie
Fools that follow
to rap about it
I guess, I often write a song by my formula
Which is 3 verses followed by 3 choruses
But never open going, yo, yo
When I hear a rapper do
graduates
That's broke askin' for dimes
And nickle sacks
Nigga give me back I'll give you some
You wash my back I wash yours
I do rap tours while niggas
Be
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Tryna ice up my wrist by Johnny
Dang I don't know if she want me
It's all good more fish in the sea
I feel like JB like what do you mean
I rap but I'm not
somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No business
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: Fiend
I could end the world with one
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
the bozack, E
As I sing and do my thing I might sing
Jane, or the whole shabang
But if I snap, during the course of the rap
P tap me on the back, throw
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I
'm just a dude who tries to do right
You know I try to make my tomorrows better than my yesterdays
Without hurting anyone else in the process
Cause if
a little better
And when they don't hear my voice, I get letters
'cause darken the beats is how I do grips
Make ya rap roast start a boogie and shake
I
that he won't go as far as me
She swear I'm Superman when I sing some R&B
Now I r-a-p & get the w for art in me
Say I hardly eat? I chew these beats,
running when I hit his face too (ahh)
And they know that I do not cap in rap, got racks in a vault with my akh
Pray that we take off the set with my fam, me
Did it all alone without no one else
Sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands
I’m a do me
On a solo mission with a flow so vicious
I’m a get
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