Lyrics:
the mic on standby from here on out
Nothing else that happened today
Mattered nothing can
Touch how happy I am my creativity
Is at an all-time high right
A cheer that smells of pine
A house that's filled with joy and laughter
The mistletoe says stand in line
Loneliness is what I've captured
Oh, but this
to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga
for the time being
My skills set is very serious, in fact
Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow's back
Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in
dare you try
Talking to God when I look in the sky
They wanna see me gone
In the field I'm by my lonely
I ain't even do nothing wrong
Niggas acting like
Turn the fuck up, or get the fuck out
These are my rules, you're in my house
This is my house, and it's my way
Or the high way, everyday is Friday
with my own eyes baby sitter beats Him I tried to talk to her but she doesn't Listen
I tell her to get out of my house and and props she drops my keys in
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
use to be po let me talk my shit
Nothing that h** ain't talm s***t
Fina build a house so I'm talking bout bricks
Use to be po let me talk my s***
you see me bitch I grind more
And every time you see me I'm in grind mode
My dream is to make a million in a day
My dream is to make a mill by twelve
ON THESE RHYMES
GET YOUR HANDS UP OUT MY POCKET BITCH, PAY ME FOR MY TIME
SEE I WALK IT LIKE I TALK IT, THAT'S A STRAIGHT AND NARROW LINE
YEAH, MY NAME IS
right now
Said she was straight, but she not right now
Act like a saint, but a thot right now
All in my face, told her "not right now"
Right now
She
two-step
Like ayy
Who is you kidding, I been on a mission, I been getting chicken
A chef in the kitchen, the way that I whip it, my grind is persistent
Ayy
spilled my drink
In the White House with a mink
Running through that bitch like it's my house
All up in the hall like a mall
Told you motherfuckers, all
know you ain't heard from me in a while
Need time to myself to think straight
Go by the name of Jymahl The Great
Started walking with faith despite my
forever
Without a pedestal my name will shine bright with the Stars in sky
Ooh ooh yeah yeah
Siphila kulomhlaba ngoba kuyintando yakho
We are nothing
be clear (clear)
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear (swerve)
Regrettin' everything in life is my only fear (my only fear)
And you
that hustle
Babygirl is looking fine
Nothing like living in the present
She gives me chills up and down my spine
I know she feeling me
By that look in
the club surrounded
By bitches and fresh as hell
(You know what up) but my nine mixed with OG
Kush is my personal smell (It's Dolph)
I left the club doin'
we was slidin' back in the day (21)
21 Gang, woodgrain on the K (21)
Big Slaughter, nigga, big dagger in my face (straight up)
Ski mask, fuck
fuel us we were fools lust it would fool us trynna get some cut up but never stake (steak) houses like Shula's
Never shootas no
Never put one in ya
bitch all up in my house?
Why she hiding behind the couch?
Hold on, no nigga, we don't know nigga
Don't get up
Fuck around and I'ma lay you out
And she
Like a miniature tornado, she can blow the house about
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye
And that's my Katy, little lady, and I
nothing
I was down had to go and get to hunting
Posted in the corner streets with my dawgs
Now we in the mall sipping on champagne buying Saint Laurent
I
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