Lyrics:
but my car is a cruiser
Police on my tail I don't stop for the cruiser
I'm flying first class I look down on you losers
She playing my song now she
ain't working like you say you are
Faking ain't gon take you far
Posting all the pictures of them guns ain't gon make you hard
Cause everybody talk bout
Recording this song in the studio
Promise self, man am gonna blow
To those who they say
Very soon you gonna hear my voice on the radio
And gonna be as 'white
Hahahah
Aye, shawty, wassup
Nothing much, how bout you?
Oh, I'm just in the studio, bout to record this lil song
Oh yea?
Yea, I got some new drip
the vin i dont know where i been I take me a risk while i walk with a grin ,4 by 4 with a brand new lens
Full of dat what world im in You dont got that za i
Henry, we hate you the same
So listen up my friend
There's more that meets the eye
You power up the studio
And bring them to life
Now play the beat that
where I wanna go with life but with
You by my side everything will be alright
Carry on, carry on with your
Loving ways, sing a song, sing a song
three for the Sneakers
Never pay her she a dime
Paint a picture on her spine
She wanna be Mona Lisa
Need the pasta I'm a preacher
But I don't pray all
Go down and pose for the picture
Cra cra cra
I don't dance tho but I'm on tik Tok
Ke ke ke
Go down and pose for the picture
Cra cra cra
I
the bible
Freestyle a song bout it hit up Jigga tell him put that shit on tidal
Just in case a nigga feel entitled
Drop to coupes new foreign whips big drip
pollution
No noise
Just endless opportunities for me to enjoy
So check it
I get dressed and bounce out to the street
It's like 70 degrees with a song so
shooters, I got shooters
We got shooters, okay...
Ain't nothin' new, that's what they say, like every single song
And we can't make a song about getting along
took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
(Oh-a-oh)
I met your
kept arms
Thirty eight longs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs, arms through it; or stuffed
Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it
Be on the news iron cuffs - arms through it
Or stuffed with embalming fluid
Shit, I'm going through it - mom
took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh, oh
I met your
heads like I can buy them new ones
Then I hit studio an I make a love song
I'm erratic everyone's known that for long
before I ever wrote my first song
Hey there
How's it going?
Yeah, you probably got it real nice
All tucked up in your cozy one-bedroom studio apartment
Yeah, well I got it real rough
when Cons' sampled "Live In Fear" by
Mark Crozer which serves as the
Entrance music for the
WWE's Wyatt Family for a song titled "Follow
The Buzzards"
as dope, I leave traces
To help y'all get right back to those
Times that I never even had a show
Had to hit the studio with the bag of clothes
Now I'm
running down her face
And she screaming where you going
He gonna hit the studio
The only place that gave him loyalty before it all end
Aye can I tell
recorded my first song in South Suntreso I think I was about 15 years old
I used half of my school fees
I used half of that
To pay for the studio time
Okay, right, we're here live in the studio with Ricky Jamaraz (Hi everyone)
Hello everyone (Hiii)
This is the final track of your new album!
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
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