Lyrics:
(It's not what you did son
It's who you did it to...
Who? the fucking nobody?
That fucking nobody... is John Wick)
Okay listen up...
Tonight I'm not
psyche.
Light as a feather don't take me lightly.
I'd have to cut my hair for you to hire me.
World might be. directed by spike Lee.
Fuck all these
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
Ya want to hear us rock?
shits off
I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred
(What up?) Can you hear me? Can you hear me? (Uh huh)
Yo make the drop off, don't
it up, yeah
Ay, bob your head to the new life, say what
You won't ever catch me down 'cause I always fly up
Give a toast to this new life, say what
right by me
So they talk but they don't wanna try me
Ha, treat your main bitch like my chattel
You leave the house she go on my YouTube channel
Topped off
demeanor
You the one that's on my mind
It's like nobody do it cleaner
Don't worry bout what they do
Baby, just me and you
Let's catch these flights and make
lookin' good tonight
Now, it's lookin' good, but it
Ain't really smellin' good now
You know what I mean
Here's why: I don't smell no
Muthafuckin' chronic in
her boyfriend wanna fist fight
I watch him simp for
That's no girl bruh that's a nympho
And you don't know who she givin' it to
He mad but I'm just
that body shake
And the heat between your legs
You've been scared of love and
What it did to you you don't have to run
I know what you've been through
walked in
And my heart stay cold like Bob Vance
Sit the fuck down I'm talkin
I don't understand what you want from me, yeeah
And I been on my own
I don't
y'all cappin' y'all got talent
No Bob Ross this is art
Y'all be lying just because
Y'all want clout but for what
Y'all don't want people to judge
When you
the sun came up
She headed towards the coast
In Uncle Bob's truck
She ended things right there
She wrote it on her wall
Goodbyes can be a trip
I'll see you
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is
Out here
We do whatever it takes, nigga don't be late
They gone catch you
Out here
Babies on a t-shirt, mamas really cryin' cause it's really
Out
was eaten by snakes"
You can stab and shoot and spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' and lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy
Swear
know how it is to have just enough money for you to live
Surrounded by people that want you to give
Won't even reach out to talk about business
I don't
Give me that work, I show you what to do wit it
My cousin in seventh grade sittin' in the school wit it
By seventh period, he through wit it, it's
You're not twenty-four anymore
Just go away, Wroetoshaw and on the way out
Close the door
GameboyJones should call it quit's
I don't know what you
Ayy, Bob, what up? Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy hey!
It's B-O, B-O lil' C on the beat
Haha yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah ah ah
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
took Mr. Scrooge
to his assistant Bob's house.
Bob?
What are you doing in my house?
What happened?
It's because of our magic.
Other people can't see
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