Lyrics:
the greatest love & respect
But to be honest, I'm vexed with myself for missing moments that you set up in texts
Cause my career had me stressed
Twisted ankles
a calendar, that's the caveat
Any given Thursday you gon' get with the church play
Holy organs, I mean it in the worst way
With the llama I'm a farmer, I'm
evening, I'm in Chicago at the Elysian
With some girls that say they models but umm, I don't believe 'em
Who's still getting tested?
Where's all the women
coming for the nets I'm up in Brooklyn bouncing
Moved to Miami, with the Heat, I'm like Lebron around here
I'm not like Khaled, won't complain when you
Mama
I know you said you wanted a record that you could listen to
With no cussin' and shit
I tried
But I still gotta do this
Yo, jingle jingle
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
still love you like my first million
You got my hypnotized like the scene with B.I.G. and I reverse wheelin' (damn)
CÎROC boys, blue circle business,
on my pivot because life short like a snippet
You wasn't here in the beginning so don't ask for forgiveness
I told y'all on my first album one day we
sorry I didn’t call
Apology not accepted, but we still fuck in the morn
Know you deal with depression, and I’m out dealing with drugs
You stressing over
this shit steady dumping
Full court press I'm in love with the hustling
Mans getting spanked bro you better jump in
Came by himself we ain't with
head bleeder
A Paul Pierce shooter could be a Paul Bearer, life ain't at all fair
You could get smashed in your yard by a dodge in your lawn chair
None
lot of people up in my head
Telling me to stay focused till im seeing this bread
Never been about beef but Ill serve you instead
This peace of mind oh
Big bang, Sistine, Doris Day knocking at my doorstep in the rain like a fucking orphan
What's your name love? What you made of? Neck and wrist laced
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
a secret recipe
Intercepted from a third eye view
Im hella tryin to make moves
Got her in line for the soup
Sean Paul she stickin to me like glue
I can make
for follow, I follow my gut
There is no more room for discourse anymore
It's "I'm right and you're wrong, and agree or shut up"
What in the fuck?
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
or you get sent out to Coventry
Shout out to my British niggas know y'all hoes in love with the
Five nine shit starter but my heart is eight foot three
And we can't believe really that so
Many things have happened in
Between already! Just before I pass
You over to Paul
(Arf-arf! Arf-arf) I'd like to say
if I must bust Said again I been good But I'm still in the streets with heat Cause a nigga gotta eat Its a Bone thing what? Cause I love some money
Leroy, you see it
Work seven days still we never weak
Cross Blue Mountain and never peak
Never giving up, no we bringing it (ay)
Sean Paul singing it
cause Shawnay don’t go anywhere with no bag (Aye)
You thought I was playin', but like Paul Pierce I'm telling the truth (Aye)
I call 'em Ndamukong Suh, my
free, do you wanna bet?
NaPPydrEad.SpicEb0Y in the buildin my man
I just like music and drugs and I forget the drank
I just love to get fvcked up, fvck
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