Lyrics:
up where I'm layin, now that a runway vic (push)
Made you go batty, spreading spawn legitimate
Spice the bishop, sever the ties, splinter the kinship
I'm devout to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
Quite a mouthful, but I'm confident that you'll be able to keep up with the pace
Kinda
on Instagram and hope that she seen it
All these niggas think they IT till they run into Stephen
You don’t live the life you speak it’s rather deceiving
Drug
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
Like you don't know rulesss
After torture we go
Shoot them by two
We smoke till we high
Ojo till I die
You owe me my guy
We come in disguise
You can't
The kid ball, so you mad as fuck
But I let the gat blow at yo afro
Give you a Cassie cut
I'm tired of rap niggas actin' tough
Yup, I rap but I been actin'
and over and over
A hundred times
I let the forty off
At Point of America
Niggas scattered and I got
Enticed by all the hysteria
Who knew who knew
Who knew
no use of a witness
Maybe I been shamed by fam like you never know
To the point my confidence is too damaged to self promote
Maybe the sh*t I wanted
the piece to the puzzle, so i'm never dipping, till you gone like shuttles, i been here since days we were playing in the puddles, cuz i'm your inner child
What if I told you
I ain't tryna let go
'Till it's all game over
Would you still love me?
Would you turn up to the show?
Somebody better pound
dropping
You drop the ball, now you asking us to pay more homage
I'm barely booked no Mohammed
Though I know you mostly haunted
By what you call empty
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
popping shots till the buzzer beater sounds
With that Stephen Curry range, they think I'm the NRA
Dripping like a fountain, my fit look like a lake
To scoop
there's more to coping
Than a nose full of snot
Ah, old pros throw bows to the 808
You couldn't throw a rope over a baby gate
Bishop to queen 4 in "Damn
of the rims
That's on my wrist, whip
Run your mouth too much and get a busted lip
I'm like Hammer except you
Can't fuck with this
You're safe enough with me
a teardrop in rain
Girl i'm fading away
Yea I hate being sober
Good gas thats the fucking odor
Popping all these pills till it's over
I'll be gone by October
by the mess
I'm chasing my dreams and you chasing finesse
I'm the type to never get stressed
cause I’m flipping more paper like marking a test
You not
falling in
Do it by myself and it's over again
It's over again yea
It's over again yea
How many more till I'm covered in
Down in the dirt from the shoulder
Yeah
I woke up on the good side, uh
I woke up on the good side of the bed today, you know what I'm sayin'
Today
Is a great day, yeah
Fuck my
it down when "Back that ass up" hit
Cause I been waiting for ya
(Yeah girl I been waiting ya)
Yeah
And now im sliding through ya hood
You got my mind
Beckham
That's why I'm never stressing, equip with these holy weapons
I'm warrior like Curry Stephen, amaze you 60 seconds
Look my set backs were comebacks
Drowned by the fury of the evolution times
You lose all lose your reputation
For the glory controlled by the force
Of alienation you say
I'm
're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley,
You're Ovaltine.
You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder.
I'm a nominee
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