Lyrics:
I ain't got nothin' to hide, Pussy bitch you not my slime
Did it all by myself, I don't need anyone Don't need no one
When you talkin' your shit, it
to hide
It is all glamour from here
It is tainted with fear
Hear the sound clearly
Don't leave me dearly
I need you by my side
While I am on trial
Waiting
to push them edges
(In my edit)
She the bitch that make me do wrong better check my credits
I ain't gotta swipe my debit I just swipe down on them leggings
to getting by just to live a lie
So I guess I'm an Outkast like Aquemini
Same thing that make you laugh make a man cry
So if I'm laughing at your whack rhymes
Yeah she know I go hard
Bad on my own
I never needed your help
Every time I saw a win
You was praying I failed
Fake love
Hella fake love
Seen hella man
when I'm through
You ain't gotta guess that I'm rich
Check the ice on my wrist and I think it's all safe to assume
Watch how I move
Ducking the lames
I remember big Jackie Jones and her mother
She was always stoned getting high with her brothers
They were always laughing going crazy by the river
I
no ifs or maybes
Motherfuckers gotta pay me
Radio, gotta play me, stack a mil'
I know you hate me
Stat Quo partner got a stable
Full of head dollars
They thinkin' it's drug-related
Gotta weigh on you niggas
All on the radio with the beef
Got 'em sweatin' like they was Keith
And it's never gonna be
a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check with no respect, but I still don't give a damn.
Because I gotta make my dough.
My
Mmm say baby, you got some fries to go with that shake
Ay what are you man Yo man, that is no way to talk to a woman man
Man I been talkin to girls,
muthafuckin' spaceship
Feelin' like the first man on the moon
Draped in all black, whole club full of goons
Pumpin' bottles 'til them pretty hoes move
Tonight
the slack from my man
With a tan sitting by the fan
In a heavy, heavy band
The beat, huh, feels warm, and cool
Won't fall
Just move it, groove it, soothe
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
a 16 ting yeah
Ok, Yes man i’m bringing him because I
Knew he was alright let’s go, ok, Skepta
I’m not scared of DEVelopment
DEVelopment ain’t in
instead of becomin a strong black man
Every two weeks I see sam
Pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn
Becaause I gotta make
stressing about these bitches
You would hold it down for me you was down to ride
Every time I felt some type away you was by my side
I been growing as a man
based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your
stupid thotties pay for
He open the bottle of the pills and he take four
The human condition got us mixed up and sinnin
And I get my stress out by this
is wealth Organic and fresh (Fresshhh!)
Jah-V keep I man bless (Bless Bless Bless Bless)
Ah just come out by Patrick Yes! my herbs come from top shelf
it cookin
Gotta keep up on my craft tho
You know I keep it cookin
Gettin cheese by the mack truck
You know I keep it cookin
Never sleepin I can't lack
backhand is horse
Simple slim, man I'm large
Mashing so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do', and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
on Hallows Eve
Cracking like some autumn leaves
Hold up I just gotta let it breathe
Hold up I just gotta breathe
Had them basketball dreams
Feelin like
started way before the Nativity
They couldn't find an inn on Christmas eve
Mary gave birth to the Maker
but had to lay the Christ in a manger
Christ lived
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