Lyrics:
Extroverted introverts that's paid to public speak
Minimum that's six figures, I do three speeches a week
Made seven figures in a day, that's not all
I save
man I've been lonely
Don't you wanna take a bullet for me
All along girl I've been scared
Roll the dice but life ain't
In my feelings, it's so revealing
uh
I'm in the buildin' and I'm feelin' myself
Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay
Okay, gettin' paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My
inspiration we ain’t built like that
Just be careful by a bullet they get kilt like that
You ain’t never gonna see the day you’re 21
Cause your whole life is
on a bullet train with chains on, gettin' my train on
Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm
All this is made for the Forbes list
Broads get pissed, say "Yo
by my side
Told my mama you my brother, then you left, I wonder why
And that lil shit you had did, man, it caught me by surprise
Now I keep my distance
about what I believe in
When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I don't want my
survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(bullet high, get in your eye) if this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated,
running outside, yelling one-eight-seven
Aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day
Where the party at?
Uzis
Yeah, yeah
Cause I'm repping you all day
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
Slammin', kush and pills help me pass out
Nigga hit my line for a stain,
Ocean: I haven't seen him since
And for a while, you know
We were not middle-class we were poor
But my mom never accepted
That she worked hard to become
I take it day by day, day by day
Really Hope no goofy niggas don't come my way
Finger Inching
Like teacher in class how Ima dismiss em
Life they say
Rockstar shit
Yeah I’m feeling number one
Getting to this money til my pockets weigh a ton
And these opps be throwing shots but keep no bullets in
And we outside all day
Shittin' me
(Hold on)
Seven, block, bitch
Been on the road (Hold on, Grrt Baow)
Bitches callin my phone
But bitch I been busy
Badness dont Pay
My mother me use to disobey
When she think me inside me room a study
Me thief out and bleach out before day
And screechie and just
Infrared beamers keep ya posse on my penis
Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex
The abyss to this bitch who dis this click
Bliss is hangin'
the things that you stood for
Like truth and light never die
Go, go, go, Joseph
You know what they say
Hang on now Joseph
You'll make it some day
Sha la la
no go make am
Now we winning clubbing on a day time
For the main time nigga chill
Abonwo don't follow me
You gotta weight a way a first class Porsche
day, yeah, I swear that boy be dead by the mornin' (blah, blah, blah, blah)
We don't give a fuck, got extra bullets, we'll let your buddy come join you
better than your mother
Suffocate in my love ya smother
Love you till my heart is ruptured
Structured like Valentines Day
Wake you up and take you away
And it made me want to scream
Tear my face off run through the streets
Pandemonium me, fucked by decree
Came a long way from young and alive when I was
ran up what's crackin'?
Fuck Money Matt, got poked by a faggot
Y'all ain’t spin for y'all mans
Y'all need to stop rappin' (Boom)
Y'all ain’t spin for
might be like my classic shit
Maybe this just my average shit
Maybe one day ill laugh at this
But for now the young mans got a bag to get
Got a girl by my
I
Say it right in front of y'all
Imma do my thing nigga
Spring winter summer fall
Till I'm six feet under dog
Cuz I'm the underdog 24/7 365 each year
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