Lyrics:
and kick the bass
So back up off the cup while I take my taste
It's highly appraised when the hell is raised
So demanding and commanding that you all
to depravity and tragedy that being a loner truly flatters me,
More than anything i want to remix that Churchill downs,
More than anything I’d like to live
walking in the light
I'm haunted by the memories the darkness of my past
But I use it as my fuel, yeah, I'm running fast
I'm a beast on the mic, a lyrical
and then Instagram
Might swag out a fanny pack
I might bring Velour back
Nobody wanna change the game, man
Y'all just want more trap?
Okay, say I won't rap
tight
Little did I know, you'd be cheating all through the night
Now I'm left with a broken heart, bleeding inside
Trying to move on, but the pain won't
the confetti hell gate
On the pee(?) floor bloody towels on sculptures
Machine gun suitcases, for all you niggaz with 2 faces
Mass murder, should have been in
and yell
Let yo hair down hair down aye
See them melt
Pop that ass go rebel
You a soilder raising hell
Fuck em fuck em then wish em farewell
Mayne they hatin
upon them
On them
Dam them
Down to hell!
Grotesque
Gruesome
Ghastly
Mangle and maim their frames
Their pain
In vein
The stench is insane
in a well, I can't get out
"In Trouble"
I'm trapped, for real
"When you're down.. in trouble"
I'm tellin' you
"In Trouble"
Nobody gon' be
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
break it down?
Man, you at the clinic? Dog, slow down, that's your child
But if you keep it, then you gotta tell your girl you was cheating
And you
you want me to say?
I don't need you anyway
Cut the ties, won't be back, bitch
Don't tell me anything
Keep the notes in your bag that
I sent you every
Ain't no way this young fella ain’t gonna get paid
Doin doughnuts in a Lamborghini
I must say
My pretty lady kinda bad as hell but you know that’s
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
yeah that what you said to me
Shitty thing about it tho, your ass isn’t dead to me
Its killing me inside that you won’t get the best of me
And all I keep
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
a match to it ima burn it down
Then build it back from the Flo
Now u wan leech out like u held me down
But u wunt around we was broke
Member we went half
onto you
I can't lose you
So I won't hold back
I'm not gonna leave your side anymore
So play with my heart some more
Bring the hell of nights
I don't
hell!
Probably gonna be the first ballot pick
Hell giving me tours,
Pats on the back, like 'yeah yea fam you sick'
My ego it can't handle it
Guess that's
little bitch
(Make sure you bring it 'Pac)
Around the way type shit
(Ayy yo 'Pac do that shit Westside style)
All them little hidden words in your raps
All
drives me, it's automatic
I always wear my crown
I won't ever put it down
I refuse to lose my ground
I let no one bring me down
Eating fear like chow
I switch (uh)
Which one? Which one?
Bring the bag and it's done
Woah, uh
You won't survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won't survive
old shit like you’re holding on plunger
Mind on my next move, keep the devils tucked
Cause you can’t double back when you’re tryna level up
It’s why you
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
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