Lyrics:
Leaving impressions on the people that I pass by
Cause you ain’t never really know, when it’s your last ride
Regardless if I’m seen as the good,
clutches
Seal the deal kill one for all called it grace
Meaning the Supreme Being would die in our place
He was rich and became poor so that we through
Assassinate 'em like the president
Damn, yuh
You can tell by the way that I move that God is protecting me and I
Know I'm the best but fuck it I don't stress,
a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Know
can be colder
Without you by my side, I know this world might be over
She asked why my heart cold, I told her it's just me
She sent that pussy on IG,
The whole wide world covers their ears to the sound
Go and fly your kids first class down to Disney
But ignore that you're walkin' on a burial ground
You'd
would be at peace
No more beef
And you could sleep without the fears of being woke
By the sounds of sirens, screams of people being smoked
No more dope
and it's just to make me enabled
To let the world know that my family is more than unstable
And I might be the black sheep for the secrets that I'm tellin
knowing crack kills
Out for papes gotta let the desert eagle blow
I get cake, this rap shit is legal though
Check the resume, slit that spit that
I put
Now its Roy cuz the boy got game
Check me out I'm about to change the
Space time
Now
Spread my music round the world
You can feel my bassline
Feel It
Living this exactly
I don't need the things
That you shove up in my face
I live by my own standards
And I'm happy living, living life
My world
Is
could get put in the ground
Don't make a sound
High off that loud
Big dog in the pound
Why can't you see you can't be me
Got the checks on my feet
Boxing
in silk, more gold than a Aztec
I'm pimpin'
It ain't many hoes I ain't had yet
"But what's the whizz stand for?" Bitch
Ask me
Well, that's the sound
and more signs of masculinity
Growing close with his twin and they shared toys
He had more fun playing games that were meant for boys
But the doctor wasn't
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
steppin they'll put you on a dinner plate
Follow that bitch home
Kill him on the interstate
Boy i'm from the backyard
Walking with the black toys
Boy I know
Uh uh yeah
Pull up on my solo dolo who gon check me
Eat this rap niggas for lunch bring me the check please
Delli Boe feeling the kid now that's
laying around
You listen to my sound
Don't lie you like how I sound
It was all dream
Till I came up with team
We on the scene
Full of syrup
I lean
bitches all around the world gettin' laid
They screamin' out my name I got bitches elevated sayin' Lil Wayne
I ain't no bitch, I get checks, bitch I get big
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Take a look at his style
Take a check of the sound
Off the record people keep him down
Trick a chick in Miami
Terminator
My nigga no lie
Season is mine before 25
Paper Planes, check
Feeling like we high in the sky
Talk at PMF, MAGLO in his prime
See that nigga moving be
stop, check my brothers and my sisters in Africa
We know that's theirs, yes, we been actin' up
Bush fucked the world up, and left our soldiers
Out in
The loot, the boob tube, all that shit included,
in a matter of seconds you will be excluded.
Checka check it out.
East Coast stomp in action for rich
youngest
Who's this young rappin like this
Who's the youngest rappin like that
Makin more bangers keep that in check
I think, I think, I think
Man E Fest
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