Lyrics:
like a Billy goat
Yeah I'm on the arc, I'm an animal
Headed to the top of the spot keep the Grammy though
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch the devil by
you can't fuck with us, get out
The final boy in this bitch now
Doppelgängers coming for my spot
Imposters in the lot
Did the whole switch-a-roo
My
Johnny on the spot
Wit the downhill powerwalk tomahawk chop
Wit the moxy and chops to pull up on your spot
Or your proxy's
Pop
And put it to a stop
Welcome to Los Angeles, caught slippin' then yo chain gone
Day and Hoovs, down for life, tell 'em stay strong
Get a dope spot at the studio, niggas be
get hot, they shoot yo' ass on the spot
'Cause bitch made niggaz get fucked like a ho
But be outta work like that nigga Arsenio
'Cause niggaz be talkin'
see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got the top pulled down
Radio on baby
I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys
Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm driving
Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
The summer's out of reach
Empty lake, empty streets
The sun goes down alone
I'm drivin'
and spark up the dream
On the radio, singing to Heaven
Nothing’s ever as good as it seems.
Harlequin records on a bleak Saturday
Punks on the wall by the…
up every day in the afternoon.
I crawl out the bed on the way to the shower
Gotta hurry up I got a date in an hour.
Call my boy X on the shower
faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy
Prayers for my boy Demar
em like a verse and lay em on the beat
Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap
Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach
In
you around
See my boys yeah, they run this town
I’m not so into flexing
But you more impressed than when fuckboys run they mouth
My phone faced down
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
with you (nah)
This shit is not for radio, I'm not complainin' though
Still headin' to the top, a spot they said was not obtainable
Because the way my
to get you to my spot
She like boy you done grown up
To be honest college really turned me to a thot
I'm just playing
Now we laying in the bed fingers
over it brotha
(Thank you, thank you so much)
That’s what I’m talkin about, thanks for stopping by FTB Radio
(Aye man, thank you for having me, I
enough
And if it was up to me
Back in Ghana I wanna be
Link with Papi out in the streets
Back on road like we never sleep
By the shell we all gone meet
and
This is what she said
Walk like thunder walk like thunder
Walk like thunder walk like thunder
So I walked to the rebel spot
I walked all over uptown
I
old shit can't get any newer
Till it's Pullman's when the boys pull up
I'd freeze to death if I got any cooler
Trust the vibes you give they tell no
got drink by the beach
You want smoke but they gassin you hoes
Lil lean babies always wanna clap back
Pack a pistol if I need to pop that
but you don't
Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- thinkin bout some days gone by how
Time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile
to put your life on a dollar menu
Right there by the Egg McMuffin
While these boys order shots, snortin' rocks, and importin' thots
I'm floatin' with
a plane, I would've took a train
I swear to God on Gladys Knight
To put this boy in a
Bag I'll glad this knight
Put a sleeping bag, and a change of clothes
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