Lyrics:
They tried to count me out, I think they failed math
4-0 on me, I should be in Yale class
Talkin' 'bout you in yours, it must be a stale bag
Bitch
Embarrassed by myself so i made the right decision
You moved on pretty fast but now I'm
Winning I'm feeling a buzz
I'm grinning cause I don't give fucks
I won
long 'cuz!
Got halfway up the block, I calmed down and stopped screamin'
And thought, Oh, I get it, I must be dreamin'
I strolled back home with a grin
a backyard
Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You
Must be out my fucking mind, what is this, the hundredth time?
Sending flowers to funerals, reading rest in peace
You know the usual, death comes in
know I
Don't wanna be put in the spotlight
Back in the zone everything I touch gold, Midas
If you find me in the coal know that I'm heating up
Soon to be
instance, how to be persistent
In telling non-whites you can't earn sh-
F- progression, it's the past you must live in
We got the rich and spoiled acting like
and get me
Now I'm old and shit is trippy, but I know that god is with me
This that baby mama drama
Give a fuck about a man I know Imma
Be there for my son,
And she smitten by the swagger
The Lord is my shepherd
And he lays down in green pastures
Keeping me grounded in these chapters
So I don't fall victim
I'm in the park posted
Cop by the left
He chilling posted
I'm about to dip Ghosted
Killed down the blunt I'm toasted
Spark up the blunt in defiance
instance, how to be persistent
In telling non-whites you can't earn shit
Fuck progression, it's the past you must live in
We got the rich and spoiled acting
You gotta help me, you gotta help me
You gotta help me, somebody come kill me please
Tonight's the night
You gotta help me, somebody come kill me
we slag off today
A million pounds will be given away
Paul McCartney - come on down
With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground
Make
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
Skyscraper ladies, they fuck me when they man gone
Kings of New York, I'm one of the few of those
Difficulties to come, it's gon' be funerals
You get
the crowd)
another face in the crowd
out there somewhere, and I know he`ll be
lookin` for somebody, somebody just like me
(face in the crowd)
just a face in
to be (my girl)
[Verse 2:]
See I know how you're feelin
I used to be in your shoes
So come down with the attitude
You're just the next "somebody new"
You
losses
All of my diamonds flashing now
Bitches they looking
I'm piping them down
I must admit this shit fridge
And shit and young kobe
We go be rich
Never
burning down,
On a day like this.
The evening comes,
And we're hanging out,
On the front step and a car goes by,
With the windows rolled down
can be
Now you can see what's apart of me
Born to abolish, departing from grief
Look at the skies, we spread the disease
Raining down fire, I'm caught
the
Missiles slow you down
Sup with BIG? Pass the microphone to you
So I can take a puff
Who throw gats to Guiliani?
Flows tighter than pigeon punani, try me
and he must leave
To start a new life over
He writes me letters every week
To say how much he's slavin'
And he promises that he'll be back
Before
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
high on flakka
You must be jacked up on Mojo
You are acting out and loco
Somebody please give him some milk
When you around stupid carry some milk
(Yeah)
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