Lyrics:
(Stand up for something)
Ain't it strange, ain't it bizarre
Rappers talkin' bout having weapons in their car
A new day, a new dawn
So I thought I
minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, six minutes
(I ain't sayin' nothin')
Six minutes, six minutes
Honey, I know what you're up to, I know how you're
know what, I would hate me too
If I had the same MySpace views as you
If I saw Skepta go from sitting on a wall
To sitting in a white V6 coupe
I think
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
homie, Sean Deah (Hawaii Mike)
What up, baby? There from day one!
Can't forget K.T., Alazay, the whole Raw Dough Brackets
(Mr. Perry), The Pack, even
jumping out the bleachers
Till somebody calls the cops
Call me Death the way I'm bout to make another body drop
Feel like I been gone for days and days but
and go with this agency
They'll give you a star on the Walk of Fame
One day for kissing everybody's ass but it's
Like that's not what we're doing by
(what world is this?)
Where the truth is auto-tuned (I purged my soul)
And it's sadness I consume (I drank to riot)
Into my formats every day (I drank
wonder, baby, if you're gonna stay
Even if one day I lose it and go crazy
I know this shit kinda heavy
I just wanna tell you directly
So boy, let me
Yeah
Shorty, I know what you need
I got everything you need
I promise I ain't gon' hold out neither
I'ma give it all to you, baby
That's
got me rottin' in the time that I'm servin'
Tellin' you what happened the same time they're throwin'
Four of us packed in a cell like slaves, oh well
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine
Ayy
Since I had some space to myself
I typed some shit, then I erased what I felt
That talk we had the other day didn't
either
You're a fool that is down with
Fucked up shit – I mean
I'm a fan of macabre
Shit, you know what I'm saying? But not like
That at the end of the day
ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon'
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
spitting, man
Know I catch you slipping, man
You come to my town
Almost like I'm spitting gravity
I'm holding it down
Without a sign, I get a beat
Yeah, you
the streets
Don’t love no lames
Glide mob
Riot squad I love my gang
No love for these thots
No love for these fake ass niggas running round
Cause I know that
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
the blame
I say it's sunnin' when there's rain
I jump by leaps and bounds, just call my name
What's that you're saying?
Girl, I like the way you talk
монтаж
Говорят я выгляжу будто я персонаж
Player 1 энергия поднялась на этаж
Я искусственным путем снимаю ей макияж
They don't really know what I
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
and your spell
Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
Grab you by the (meow), hope it's not a problem, in fact
About the only thing I agree
is Knocking (Part 1)
Remember what I've taught you, boy,
Remember what I say,
When the lunatic comes knocking
cnd you know he will one day.
Hide
of intimidation?
Or could we do some shit to be making they heart race?
Granted I don't know the alien heart, but
You get what the fuck I'm sayin?
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