Black Out (feat. Elephant)
J/G
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So this the shit you gonna listen to up in your parent's living room I wish that I was kidding you when I say that I'm split in two The music I keep giving you reflects the shit that I'm in to So I hope in a year or two that I could maybe pay my dues Asking who the f*ck are you, I'll argue that I am that dude Come around me I'll raise the temperature like I'm frying food I barely get any views so f*ck I'm in a shitty mood F*ck I gotta stop swearing get screwed I never mentioned you Get it how you live it boy I went and fucking did it boy Grabbed life by the nuts the last thing I'ma be is timid boy F*ck the race I did the war and won it with a perfect score Tinted windows, lifted doors, Lamborghini Aventador Shiiiit- think I'm burning out, put the fire out I start crying out "call the firehouse!" Might die without flying out Across the globe to buy it out We're going out and rolling out So many fucking songs I don't know the count You'll go with out, I'm holding out And now I think I might explode from below the belt, cause bitch I'm back Back on the track and I'm already coming with the facts, I'm back Back on the map and I got twenty bitches throwing ass I'm back Whatchu call this shit? A rap oh yeah that's that I'm the quarter back, get sacked so fast you collapse in the grass on your ass Cop that Maybach in straight cash Money bands grippin like a thick bitch in yoga pants J.G. tossing touchdowns, spiral tighter then Gisele's ass Bottle service at the Ritz, we fucking with that high class Caught that dream in my cup I mixed it up and made a splash Too much money got me itching, shit is like a fuckin rash Whip cost me a fortune, banging white lines off the leather dash Got a big house in the hills and all we pop is bottle caps Elephant on the track, best believe this shit will slap Run up in the trap, AK-47 on the shoulder strap Grab the stash and that's a wrap, hit the kitchen for a snack Out in thirty seconds, drop the curtain like a final act Cup in hand I'm always sipping, pop a pilly got me tipping Give a bitch that good dick, get her like a leaky faucet drippin So wet but we never slipping, never quitting J.G. be the MJ, just call elephant the Scottie Pippen Back on the track and I'm already coming with the facts, I'm back Back on the map and I got twenty bitches throwing ass I'm back Whatchu call this shit? A rap oh yeah that's that I'm the quarter back, get sacked so fast you collapse in the grass on your ass
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