Lyrics:
Wide awake at all my nights I'm yelling oh my days
All my influences bad I'm feeling Omah Lay
Foreigner, Hop in whips which are foreign uh
Never
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Mafuckn cook up nigga
Yeah
I cannot hang with no boring bitch
My baby look like a foreigner
Smoking that gas out in public
I know you
Real life of a stoner
Face it by my dolie, my nigga, I've been a loner
I be smoking stogies about the size of my boner
Tryna get the foreigner, big
my pikin
Smile well this is my first Ep like a short album with for track
And funny enough this our conversation will make it hmm this conversation
I'm going mad- call it road rage
No Games, No Games
The time to adapt to this new phase,
This new album gonna cause flames
Can't take the heat? Get out
of my mentors were taught by the coroner
Darker the skin and the weaker the foreigner
I cannot sit at the feet of a follower
Sobering heat with the chill
see Slade and tell him hey whats up
If this song wasn't on replay then you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
huh)
Buy back the block get it by any means
(That’s real)
Used to rap by the train back before they had streams
Soldier at war in these boots
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
This album right here
This is the Yin and the Yang
So you gonna hear a lot of different things on it
You gonna hear a lot of profanity
You
want a fan in your face
When yo' man got a heat and the hand in the waist (band)
Gotta keep a cool head, niggas got PTSD these days (yeah)
Some folks
Fornuto cookin’ heat
Xhu on the mix
Gotta
Stay down for that come up, just be patient
But I ain’t no doctor, so I don’t got no patients (Uh, yea)
to express what's on your mind
Water splash with the tongue I pull up and come inside
Explore you like a foreigner, we heat it up like Florida
Laid back
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
yeah
V pokoji je heat
Baby z pokoje jde dým
Hlava není clean
Ale prej by měla být
Yeah
V pokoji je heat
Baby z pokoje jde dým
Hlava není clean
Ale prej
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
an foreigner body you in the rap game
Tell me how I leaked a album out at 24 and you still out here doing Them mixtapes
Tell me how I made it happen while I
these foreigner troops
When the album pop, this time, gather in groups
Ain't no time for no party, and the basketball hoops
G Money got killed by his brother Nino
Picture heat deniro gettin chased by Pachino
Tryna blow up like sam rothstein in Casino
But kept comin up
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