Lyrics:
your whole city know me
Unplugged from the matrix
Like Neo I'm dodging the blazing
bullets that are coming from the guns of my haters
You turn litmus
dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men
known as greatness, this music is my life so only God can replace this
HOOK
Verse2
If you survived the drive-bys, then you,be seen a life through my eyes
in Gotham
Good dots for your block
Proper Cotton
That's that shit that turns soles rotten
I said it once before I guess we all forgotten
Clean that doe
backwards, start rolling up the Backwoods
I'm good at hiding feelings, a James Dean actor
Hollow up the bottle, I'm full-throttle
And you should know me by
dress foaming like a wave upon the ground.
Around your knees, and the birds like tender babies in your hands,
And the old men playing checkers by
up, go higher (higher)
Epitome of life, yea (life, yea)
La La La La La Life, yea
Your love I can't deny yea
I see you, you see me, then we be
La La La
could turn back)
Forever honest and true to you
(If I could turn back)
If you accept me back in your heart, I love you
(If I could turn back
your jealousy as you're watching (I see you watching)
You're watching (it's all good)
It's kinda sexy to me (I love it)
How you're watching, you're
Grey cell green, turn to the point
Praised by chickens and your brother, Hermione
Olive oil, turn to the turmoil
Find hot fries for me before you
Music that keeps calling me so very close to you
Turns me your slave
Come and do with me any little thing you want to
Anything baby, just let me get next
bun
I love myself cause I swear their life is just not as fun
Neets got the weed, hush got a gun
C-J got my credit cards and a lot of ones
Yea,
You see me fly by with my cape in the wind
Secretly I know you like me
And trust me bruh you don't wanna fight me
Cuz I throw them things and make your
your spot and plot where you gon lay
Cause your rap career gon get buried today boy
On my James Bond ish
Ain't never losing that shit, nah
I'm still
I'm aware that my artistry different
I'm aware that my heart is by my cuff link
Though I'm living a life with a lot of plush things
I'm living a life
type
That so no homo type
That no must mean go type
Fuck your life up
When I'm mic'ed up
Like Russia spelling out ICUP
If ya like Trump
Then your life
layin' the cut (turn, turn, turn)
Jakes wanna drill me like Johnny Dillinger, Dillinger (told me turn)
They love to make me a prisoner (told me turn)
I
you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death
done
But here in your arms it's always so clear
Whatever I do will be right
As long as you're here wherever I turn
As long as we're here in this life
losing out on your life
Seeing this life losing my time
Feel like I'm lost without my light
Am I losing life
Feeling the vibes listen inside
Conscience
Sometimes I get overwhelmed
I'm in, in over my head
Put my life online for sale
Put that wish up on a star
Put that money on myself
Sometimes I'm just by
in pagani, she dripping like honey
I'm in love with this life cause I came up from nothing
I bossed up my life, ain't no regular nothin
All white Louis
And the cons outweigh the pros
But the pros can wear your odds
And turn coke into powder
That's just connecting the dots
Man, now are you tempted to shot?
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