Lyrics:
disguise
Chorus x2
Why don't you lift up another
You can make a change
You know that you can make a difference
Your love can light the way
Love can light
hoping that you trap
I'm just hoping you try to try me
Get drag around by your suit tie
You can catch me in the foreign city
Where they don't even know I
Ain't gotta say pause nigga
It's truly yours nigga, one of the greatest
We in the class by ourselves
Give a fuck if you played us
Winning gold like
One day my son will lose someone and reminisce
I hope it's me when I'm a hundred and three
Your homeboy getting killed that's some bad shit to see
I
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
don’t mess with you dudes why would I fuck with your tunes
When I started you thought it was easy you’re wrong nigga
Blue ticks is all you get from me I’m
grades up
I like girls pretty without no makeup
Your bae's Cinderella 'cause she
All made up (Ha ha ha)
Back from the Gulag
With a few mags and a new frag
on Klay Thompson
Tryna play with DAMI, leave your ass up in the coffin
Ayy, but stop playin' with me, man, I need to let y'all know
Stop fuckin'
One day my son will lose someone and reminisce
I hope it's me when I'm a hundred and three
Your homeboy getting killed that's some bad shit to see
I
Chucky Smash Now close your eyes..visualize and see what we be
Seeing...eveident with the evidence...nobody be
Freeing...wisdom...release
flows to funny die them go cry the laugh
Olosho wear your clothes I'm not here to straff
Chop till my belle big Lekki round about
2 million per show
first album, it shipped gold
That's a insult, considering I did this one in Kinko's
I'm dying to see what this will sold
Will the critics diss it at all,
roll with the boy and you know why
She likes to burn it, I like to burn it
Go to your radio station ya can hear me
Pretty girl in my section come near me
little nigga put me on
Drop albums hot freestyles
So let me hit them with
A little bit of Flipmode
Bust your head then bust your rhymes
You better cut
me like you don't wanna
Come see me but you don't wanna
Come see me when it's yours
I'm knee-deep put it down when you
Come see me why you don't
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mix a little passion
Anything could happen
Making all these songs and it's feeling like magic
I give you discretion, let go of your
nothing you can do about it
Use to to tell you about my dreams
But you would doubt em
Now I got a million streams
You can't hang me by your strings
Every
question the set
So much bread and cheese I'm trying to out pizza the hut
Not the shooter, .45 connect your head to the butt
Feel unstoppable cause I done
straight
When your name they announce it
I be ready to pounce it
Love the way that you bounce it
When the money I counts it
By your beauty surrounded
Booty
A Dream That Kanye Invited Me To
Perform LATE With Him i Wish’
Kanye Came To The Carnival And
I Performed Late With Him
My Favorite Song By Kanye, AN
Album
smoking on a pack
And your gang didn't drop that
Then sorry, but you're nothing but a nerd
They're saying "Clavish, you're the hardest"
Tell me something I
me through
This spell outta hell hits me like a flu
Screw you
Screw you
I rather would die than meet you by two
Your spell outta hell hits me like
Young Rome
1st album
I'm here now
Yo yea
Let me get at y'all for a second
Yo I spit like no other
I let my flow smotha
Cities and burrows
around
I'm just thinking maybe I should put the pen down?
I'm just thinking do they really mess with how I sound?
I'm just thinking why my thoughts are so
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