Lyrics:
shit, man I need choppers with extensions
And all this work out here, you'd think we're waitin' on a pension, nigga
It was hard to hear at first
I
don’t fuck with no pension
(yeah)
I could tell she wanna fuck from the tension
Doing too much tryna catch my attention
We’ll get it shaking and rocking
run it up round here
End up with two straps on
Your tongue like Prada trainers
I want new money, but I still get old money
So I gotta spend my pension
I
to the innocent with missile tanks
So its off with your head
Bonafide for the Islamic State
More martyrs for the caliphate
Gorgeous lass when I enter the gates
and I
Before we married, saved my money
Brought my dear wife over
Now I want to bring my family state side
But off the boat they stayed a while
throw
Failed intention, prepare the trench and henchmen
They all eat quite well, vacations, pensions
Gotten hoarse from yellin', "Fore!" on the golf
and I
Before we married, saved my money
Brought my dear wife over
Now I want to bring my family state side
But off the boat they stayed a while
off with a zip, now I get some cash, G
"When will you get some money for Nikes?" my mama asked me
I got it selling nickle bags
Stress, weed, million
creosote all over my shoes
I hated it, you know, now I find I miss it
Every time my little pension check rolls in
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this
And I'm overdosing, train off the tracks, locomotion
My way, big, spans like the ocean
Peace be still, ain't no commotion
Hocus pocus, watch them jokers
makin' dey pension
We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches
My ghetto niggas and bitches know how to keep it hood
I keep it gutta I'm a gangsta you
makin' dey pension
We grind til we ride sittin' on 24 inches
My ghetto niggaz and bitches know how to keep it hood
I keep it gutta I'm'a gangsta you
off my chest ya know?
Now wut I'm 'bout to say to y'all
I ain't never said to the general public.
But y'all gotta hear me yo.
Feel me.
Verse 1:
I know
left lonely
Cronies that accompanied you went to get their homies
Phonies… Me? I’m Holden—off the rye
Milk bar marauder, holding up the sky
But why so
geek'd off them
Pillz, Pillz, Pillz, Pillz, Pillz, Pillz, Pillz, Pillz
Saturday & Sunday I can't get no sleep
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
inspidered uhh yeah
Where ya stay know ya place
Mask off show ya face
Where ya stay
Know ya place
Living in the moment safe
Lost my mind going to space
cause I ain’t saving for a pension
Tryna get a Tesla or some shit that can’t be rented
Man I hate my Nike sneakers, need some Gucci shoes to step in
Had
see me lose it
I meditate at heaven’s gate I’m better off reclusive
Should I bite the bullet
These voices telling me pull it
You got Nikes on your feet
Or heighten the tension
Were we really that bad to deserve detention
Our love was guaranteed but you killed the pension
Your management skills ain’t worth
to get out the frame
We feel the same anger but not the same pain
I'm taking his money and making some change
Run off with his pack feel like Django
did i mention
I be killing these beats i’m relentless
Get off ya ass get a pension
Mood
Paid nd you know thats the mood
Paid nd you know thats the mood
the zone
Here we go, early morn
Dig my hole I bury bone
Pressing me, turn off my phone
Want three scoops up on my cone
She way to hot she melt me down
Turn
I see the fake so frequent
Grabbing a full on a Sunday evening
Bet it be gone by the weekend
Ain't tryna get it you slacking off
I got them perkys
want attention
The niggas full court pressing
She give me no affection
She peeping how im flexin
I snatch her up no question
Im goin off a molly
After
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