Lyrics:
the one who picked Katie up on her way home from school
Like a beautiful dream, it was true love at first sight
But when she put up a fight, I knew I had
collar cover the Cubans
She need pads like Ewing
I hope you know what you doin' (Look)
Some paid 4-5 serious
I come through, 4-5, serious
Slay got me Shade
supernova just this once
Usually hit bunts i'm due for some home runs
Cuz i pimp hits, say baby sip this
Vip it for free, cool like the sickest kids
Poppin
gettin' low
With my bright skin shawty, call her light show
She like Reese I'm tryna light that
Show love, she hold me down like an ice pack
It's big
don't know myself no more
She used to be the life of the party for true
And now she going out hardly ever
Her man got her in the yard forever
married and
Have kids i love children i
Am obsessed with children
And yeah, I believe in marriage, and
I believe marriage is forever so
That's the other
thinkin' how I'm speakin' on the past like, "What a time"
Once upon a time, was just a kid that loved to rhyme
And now the fame is bittersweet, I take
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
because
You have a gun, Dawg
You can shoot first, and you'll feel like
A man up until your time comes, Dawg
Tell them I won't last forever
This process
Big money bankrolls
Ima show up everywhere
They say I can't go
Get money
The Main Goal
Better get ya bitch
You know She love the lingo
This one fa
marina rip up me ganzi ,she tell me say she ano nobody fi ramp wid ,me bring her inna me house and me affi stamp it ,say she love me like how me mother
my kingdom will be forever green
Mama used to cry tears of pain now she cry joyfully
'Cause her son shine like he supposed to be
'Cause her son shine
me yo true feelings
I aim for your top bust the pole have your crew missing
I hopped in another lane so i know they hate the kid
She tell me her
of the pain still on me
I don’t want know fake love
I can tell by your eyes you were phoney (yeah yeah)
Everytime I roll a plane I feel it hitting me
To ceiling
love in Kyoto (Kyoto)
Hit the road, pop a tag in Soho (Soho)
Johto, I'm flyer than a Ho-Oh (Ho-Oh)
I think she loco, why she taking photos (Photos)
Oh
love in Kyoto (Kyoto)
Hit the road, pop a tag in Soho (Soho)
Johto, I'm flyer than a Ho-Oh (Ho-Oh)
I think she loco, why she taking photos (Photos)
Oh
(3rd verse)
You know what this is
Yeah kid, give up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest
is just a world, anyone can say to
I know some people fake love until they make it
But don’t mind me, MB3 just a kid from the basement
Who falls in
Override the system, drugs with some sick kids
You know what we on, we tryna make the fucking hit list
Write a couple songs and live forever in your
it like this
That dick get enrolled
That dig is the kid
It's Jiggy and Jus
And niggas the kids
I'm getting the money
That niggas is been
She said that
So I'm probably just going to be by my lonely
But that's good though it sounds like you had a pretty good day
I love going grocery shopping and shii
Swipin' that card, I got scams, baby (I got scams, baby)
I pull up with Tunechi like, "Weezy, baby" (Weezy, baby)
She asked for my kid and I told her,
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
[Chorus]
You know what this is
Yeah kid, give up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique
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