Lyrics:
of slaves
Got my order wrong at McDonald's
Thinkin' you need a raise i'm 'bout to
Break the meter 2A got my hеater
Ayy, I don't wear Nike, I only rock Adidas
ride away
Huey, Huey aye
Picture perfect (Who), look me up yeah I'm worth it (Yah)
Pick me out for good service
Even my cursing got good cursive, I done
just chill just
Don't be boring
One time for the one, for the one time
Don't be boring
They got in ya head
Now you got the juice
Turned lemons into life
was just the plan
Never thought I'll be just locked up right up in the can
Always just walk in faith
Ain't scared when they got space, pray God just
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
now, I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man, I've had it up to here
Gear, I wear got 'em going in fear
Rhetoric said and read just a bit ago
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now, I know how to avoid the paranoid
Man, I've had it up to here
Gear, I wear got 'em going in fear
Rhetoric said and read just a bit ago
Not
What's kashin', brodie, you already know
I'm takin' this shit day by day, you feel me
I only got a couple months left of this shit
And I was tellin'
the life I love
I said I love the life I live
I said I live the life I love
Ain't no other soul gonna stop me
It's that Huey Newton, it's that Bobby Seale
the Ruger
I know Hov, I got the blueprint
Black Panther party how we move like Huey Newton
Eat my beef without the gluten
Can't compete wit' all you
And I still won't drive em all Neighbors call
Say im taking all The fucking parking spots
Built an underground garage
Im just that rich yes
My girl she
Good evening
You could be anywhere in the world right now
But you're right here with me
Nah this ain't no movie
This is real life
Gotti I got this
Verso 1 - Nunes
ando sóbrio faz um tempo,
e isso não dá certo,
to acordado faz um tempo,
e isso não dá certo,
demônios me rodeiam,
me querem
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
Jesus, glory
Oh Lord
Looking at the bezel of my Breitling
Thinking that I used to sell raps for enlightenment
But I got lapped by them guys selling
yeah yeah
Fuck 'em fuck 'em fuck 'em
I ain’t do it by myself
Lot of niggas want to hate on me
What’s the reason, nigga who knows
Say I’m focused
It’s the mafuckin Peoples Champ I go by the name YKeedo nigga
MG what’s poppin thug
Ay picture me rollin brand new whip and no it’s not stolen
I
and then we light 'em up
And then we puff them up and pass them
So Danny Boy blasts 'em
I got the shell-toe Adidas, with the fat strings
The Celtic crosses
they some room keys
Im some shell toes, they some shoe strings
I turn em off, i take em out
Im reverand run, with the laces out
Adidas, so adios
All day
these goals
But ain't working to achieve them
Squares have hoes but these hoes need to leave 'em
She chose over the pimp went to Chanel from Adidas
I
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the fuck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing nigga
Why she wanna play with me?
My feelings done got involved
Nah
an alley-oop
Young Sean V, but Adidas be the shoe
It don't matter if they rockin' red or they blue
Everywhere I go, know I stay cool
I ain't bothered by
the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see
‘em all in a trance?
We got ‘em watching
Do we really got ‘em all in a trance?
We got ‘em hypnotized
Every time I come in and I
Step up in the building
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