Lyrics:
the dugout with my tongue out, playa, game over
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Strike three, ooh, I got you out
of
Never being good enough
You ain't gotta tell me lies
Made it out by myself
And the real by my side
Contemplating suicide
Mama told me love myself
I've
a pound when I breeze by
Picture me rollin
Doing this since I was knee high jet plane fly cool guy baby
Baby you know it
Why you gotta do em like that? Oh
the Superbowl
Check your stat books, get your rat hooks
Out my rap books
Biting-ass niggas get your snacks took
You in the scrapbook scrap shook
Y'all niggas
fear of Retribution... Only one version of Me, different stages, I give you sneak peeks in my book different pages.. Trips to the past time shares in
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
Paul?
And my wife is all like "no, that ain't Paul,
Now tell me, who's this Paul?
She says "Oh, he's just some guy
Who goes to school with me
I sat
Everybody clap
C'mon, clap
Max mellow 'em out
Oh it's just my, it's just my, it's just my girl
Oh, it's just, just my, just my baby, you
Just you, just
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
give up, give up
I give up everything
I'm plannin' out my wedding with some guy I'm never marryin'
I'm givin' up, I'm givin' up, but I keep comin'
1 time for my bitches
2 times for my guys
3 times for my 4 5
Gotta keep it by my side
6 deep when we ride
7 in the morning
Gotta get up and get
see us, ah
Nowadays I'm on my gangsta shit
With my gangsta flow
I thought you were a tough guy
Where'd your gangsta go?
I guess life took
an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by
it like ogres do
I’m finna fray with my guys we a soldier unit
I can’t keep up with these rollercoaster movements
So I roll up a flute and I blow out
Prolific Music
Danger zone, baby
See what I can see
Bring out the best in me
I've crossed the line, so many times
But through it all
You've
with me, baby
Dance with me, come on, dance with me, baby
How you gon' tell me to mind my own biz
When you lookin' like somethin' I need to know
I'll shoot the stars out of the sky
Just to let you know
My own version of my life
Baby, just so you know
Understanding all my statements
You keep
out of it
Never let 'em determine your worth
Don't negotiate with terrorists
The terroir perfect for the grapes, bad for the snakes
Bad to the bone,
Cause I ain't got Beyonce to upgrade me with the gravy
And neither do half the guys I know working
So I give you the real not the bastardized version
You
love
I was down bad but you stuck by my side
Come to showing love I can't have too much pride
Everytime I'm down you remind me I'm that guy
Yeah yeah
You
and Bees
Conversations with myself cause can't nobody be as real as me
And I feel like Sebastian keep my feelings way under the sea
I just want somebody
Pull up on me with your ass out
That guy
Gettin lit in the back now
Big boy
Lookin like a fat cow
Head high
Wavin hello from top clouds
My freestyles
All the fucking shit I had to
Deal with every goddamn day is
Coming out right now on you
Guys, spurting, feel the hurting
It’s coming now
Rip
jumped out with that chrome
He crossed the line, now he a dead guy
Jump out the Jag, up with
The Mac like, "Pussy boy
I'm tryna see what you on"
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