Lyrics:
Don't know the whereabouts of my warehouse, 'bout to put his face in a jam
Yeah, yeah, I live every day like my last, I wasn't 'posed to be here
Yeah,
They live and die by images so lets exploit back
Flip and reverse it watch the audience attack
They've got the power, we've got the paint
Do
to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo
Makin' love to the money I swear the sex great
I kick dem hoes out but let the money stay
Makin' love to the money like a sextape
I'm talkin' Kim
gon' get it by any means
How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Making it hard for us to eat, and breathe, and live
(Twista)
[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You ain't neva had a remix like this
You ain't neva been freaky like this
Rollin on 24's
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Everywhere we go, downtown or to a show
We have two necessities
Charlie Mack and our limo
He's feared by suckers yet he's loved by kids
Pay attention
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
but screamin', "Where's my award?"
Ballin' out of control, never won an ESPY
'Bout to buy a black ghost and call that shit SP
Flow outta this World,
Still cuttin' it live, uh
I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out
This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where
rockin' Taylor's
I got lots of flavors, my kick game is major
More kicks than the players, call me up I'm scorin'
Hit it like a free throw, tongue out
backing out, no fucking restart
Just plug me in so I can recharge
You a stain on my brain, you just a skid mark
Just stay in your lane, or hit by the car
nigga, Sane
Shout out GFC: God, Family, Culture
Three words to live by
Shout out my brother, Nakim
Shout out the quad shout out Calendar
Shout out 40 Oz
a brilliant twist of fate
Now let's hit those clubs that make this city famous!
My young ace is live, so I pull him aside
Let's rap face to face, hey yo meet me
to party, live it up, pop Don and Cris
In a lake with a waterproof on my wrist
Been a professional, now I'm starting to mix
We rhyme to kick
bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so I'mma die by the trigger
My chest gettin' bigger, my heart gettin' bigger
Live by the trigger so
the heat come out
Cuz u could rub the lamp three times and still won't a muthafucka like me come out
[Hook:]
You ain't neva heard a slow jam like this
You
time for your mind, one time)
Yo, whatever
(One time for your mind, one time)
Ayo, Nas (what up, Paul?) Kick that fuckin' rhyme
Check it out
When
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in
After sitting in a class full a lectures surrounded by fakes
Now can you talk real not the same my tracks on my worse days are yours on your best days
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in
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