Lyrics:
You smell that
Fresh out the oven
I be gettin' it by the loaf
I be gettin' it by the bun
I be gettin' it by the slice
I be gettin' it by the crumb
I
known My violent poems, I'm not alone, Kenyattah zone
Looked over and passed by The lines wasn't long enough being the last guy
My last try, I finally
Round here, shook niggas they keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
the type you shoot dice with and win dawg
Unless you want to get your ass laid out in Gilmore
He had some soldiers, 'mind me Troy and E-Bags
When they
by your belt
And you make with the cards you was dealt (you was dealt)
By my side, then you takin' no L
He all like, "Damn, Ice you makin' me melt"
gig
Overqualified by the rent sticks
Red brick bash with a texted green screen
Like, "I entered my data right into your screen"
[Mr. Lif]
Jane went
shots outside and all you do is lay down
You wanna tell me something you can come and say now
You lose your fam and life I guess I told you there
She
was the sound
I started lettin' off rounds,
Lay the whole fuckin' room down
I don't want to see Your Honor,
Ratha' eat piranha from Benny Hana,
to Benny Blanco. In the house tonight.
Fuk'n knows it, that's right. Adam Hussain. Fuk'n there, in your fuk'n face. Listen to the fuk'n tunes. You fuk'n
keep it in motion
Come around here with your rollie you can get robbed like Ocean
Lord knows, Tommy had loved and sold
Helicopters, Rolls Royces with
was the sound
I started lettin' off rounds,
Lay the whole fuckin' room down
I don't want to see Your Honor,
Ratha' eat piranha from Benny Hana,
your girlfriend's obsessed with me
But that's a story for another day
And this is why love is fucked
'Cause you went and put your trust in her
the rainbows
Whips and the chains glows, you know how the game goes
The Czar synergy, ten volts of energy
Benny Blanco from the Bronx, I make 'em remember me
the Remy and Cris'
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime
motherfucker
(Griselda by Fashion Rebels)
Please leave a message after the tone
"Ayo, B, this Caesar, yo
Yo, I'ma have your money, man
Why you gotta be
and evidence
By my side..... is the God of the regiments
Benny Hinn, more like "here" and a "tic".
Tell me what you win, with your tricks and your sin
There's no
your help
I'm posted and smoking just like my uncles before me
I politic with the stagnant, forget my day by the morning, it go
Corner store, 2 AM
Are we packed?
Yes, and by next week I want you to be
Pookie?
And you should see
They've padlocked your building
And they're rioting
like CB (bling)
Yeah, I be that young John Doe, right by the front door
Benny Blanco part two you (bump 'em, Dino saw you)
I'ma run to the bank, Usain
dilution
I'm ballin', I hit record, I'm gettin' courted by Lucian
The lord abuses the blacker culture with actors like Rapaport
They rap your chorus
in love by now but
Your just waiting time
I just want to know
If your really into me
If you tell me no
Just keep that same energy
Cause I'm out here
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by Canibus the young gun
Your last weapon, is to call out Wyclef Jean
Not knowing that you
extendo, centipede them, caterpillar
Take the Perky and an Addy, add a Benny (high as fuck)
Pop a Xanny, get that money by the plenty (yeah)
Bitch, I'm
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