Dead
Nick Travis
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I been going hard since the morning Mama keep on asking where I'm going I can't tell you where I'm going right now But anywhere I go, I'll shut the lights out I been going hard since the morning Mama keep on asking where I'm going I can't tell you where I'm going right I ain't stopping til I'm dead dog If you think I'm stopping, then you dead wrong Kept it real Gotta be better than someone still Gotta keep her in love or someone will These some big shoes to fill like Uncle Phil Might start my show in pajama clothes Gorilla zone like Mighty Joe Connecting the dots like Dominoes Life is on Andale Vamonos Compared to the greats I'm kinda close This Norman Bates, that psycho flow Round and around the cycle goes I'm likely to always be likeable Come in the place, a lot of hoesd Get the f*ck out my face, I gotta go The pain that I live is hard to show Gotta walk in the streets in armor clothes Ain't too proud to beg nigga Son of Odin, no Greg nigga One more time you sleeping on me Hope you dead in the bed nigga I didn't hear what you said nigga 'Cause I left your text on read nigga Eyes open to the feds nigga Walk on thin ice, Wayne Gretz nigga Go ahead and cut the check nigga Too much on my debts nigga Ticky toc on my wrist nigga Love everyone except this nigga You get what you get nigga This a real nigga flick nigga If God is calling my name in morning Oh man this is it nigga How many times have I walked in a place and the cops was looking me down Probably could hand him criminal, turning too pivotal, how did I end on the ground Touching my balls so physical, like a physical This is part of the job, but is it thouGh Make me sick til I'm green like Piccolo I feel like American Gigalo Breathing these negative chemicals Get the f*ck off of my genitals, Still living my life a millennial At this point in my life, it's critical, it's critical Fucking them all, y'all want me to rise and want me to fall Some of those lies, are seen in your eyes, im setting it off And screaming In the city, I'm way up, you know I'm down Even in the Himilayas, I run my town Capriccio to the head, you know I'm never scared Its the old bomblacot I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all It's the old bomblacot, I don't f*ck with y'all Imagination always fascinating, I'm glad you waited til I navigated Qualified for a lot of ladies, do a lot of numbers like the yellow pages 8, 32, I just copped a coupe Walking paper like I'm Groot Aim to kill, not to shoot I, think that you acting tough, i think that you think I'm not black enough I think that you think that I think that you think I won't just finish this up and won't wrap it up I'll end up acting up, all of you niggas are stuck in the back of us, practice make perfect I never come practice much I never will snitch and I'll back it up, if you got beef then my weapon is pack a punch I'm hard to please like Gordon Ramsey Raindrops that's full of candy I hope my ex won't ever stand me Cause she stand under til she understand me Heart out like Virgin Mary Theres a God in me, like Mary Mary There's a bitch in you like Tyler Perry I been loyal like Al Neri Muthafucka that could f*ck a cougar Screaming hallelujah when I sock it to you Fitted shorts and fanny pack, bring your granny memories way back Back back back back it up, it's funny now y'all can laugh it up They telling me milk all the things in the past, You know that I'm mixing this Captain crunch In the city, I'm way up, you know I'm down Even in the Himilayas, I run my town Capriccio to the head, you know I'm never scared Its the old bomblacot I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all It's the old bomblacot, I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all I don't f*ck with y'all It's the old bomblacot, I don't f*ck with y'all I been going hard since the morning Mama keep on asking where I'm going I can't tell you where I'm going right now
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