Lyrics:
stacking from my intuition
I was raised by gorillas I can’t be a snake
If you ain’t got my music, I’m sorry can’t shake
You know I take my music too
This little boy quickly became a man
From blowing in his father's church
To making his own band
Called the Moonglows
Sensational with his vocals
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
cheese and I started investing
If he reach I'ma teach him a lesson
Oh he talking on bro then you making your deathwish
4 5 hit a n*gga make em breathless
to life, you
Got no place to hide keep an eye on the time
And a light by your side
You can try, if you'd like
To survive five more nights
Stick around,
got no place to hide
Keep an eye on the time and
A light by your side you can try
If you'd like to survive five more nights
Stick around, don't be shy
Walk up inside of this bitch and I'm high to get by
I gotta keep the codeine with the T.H.C. on me
That shit really is borderline I seen a nigga
and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only 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
tips
I guess my pops making pace
With dodging the undertaker with
A fucking pacemaker
In his chest, where your heart at
I been told y’all niggas
I’ll
than a warm summer day
Got the Gains from these uppers, put the Downy's away
Hopped in the game like I'm not held by gravity
Shout the homie Dallas for
how my brother died
How they rap when they making up their own words
Forget a G note, I've been making up my own worth
Davy Jones got his boat worked
Housewives told to recapture their youth
By wearing floral print and suede
Fixing their hairdos with PC, chemical-free hairspray
Martha Stewart
road homies enabled
Still making money but I ain't got no label
Enticed by my friends I ain't disabled
When I say only the the family they thee only
novels written by semi-shit authors
Care if he's lawless, his blood borders caustic
Obvious signs of self destruction so he lust for something greater than
And there, is that better?
Are you going to change your fucking way of making music now?
Drill is shit
Drill is absolutely fucking shit
If I ever fucking hear
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
was troubled by my thinking
Jesus saved me
Gave me purpose and a reason
Now my music saving kids
From the deep end
was troubled by my thinking
Jesus saved me
Gave me purpose and a reason
Now my music saving kids
From the deep end
head and said:
"I don't know much about the music
Industry but whats been said
The people ain't making no bread
Lets be more realistic
How you gone take
TEC with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin' one day police would place
Where he
TEC with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin' one day police would place
Where he
him again
That ain't true
Yeah it is
The real world is really unreal and
No none of that's true
While the wildest
You're just making this up to scare
I’m in ya hoe with a big cock
Fuckin so long making her hips lock
We in the bed bumping hip hop
I spread her legs making her hip pop
Bumping my music
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