Lyrics:
don't
And you don't and you don't and you don't
And you don't and you don't stop
This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is brought to you
By adrenaline
And I need to be careful that I don't become a self-fulfilling prophecy
Cause I'm an underachiever and an overbeliever but I run the race
I was searching
rent paid
Come to think about it, don't you live with your mama?
I don't give a shit when I ride 'round the bottom
Cocaine vet, pedal shifting
at the visions
I've taken the decision
Killing the game with my Gang
Shawtys are looking for me
She likes jumping on me like prophecy
[Ineffable$$]
La Trinidad,
the catalyst
Of this rappin' shit, and it didn't happen by accident
Y'all summoned me, black sacrament
To murder everyone that ain't rappin' this
With a flow
You just ignored me, the story was so fictional
While it hurts it's safe to say
It's safer for me to stay away
Easier day by day
but I hate the version
I think there's a version of me that's happy somewhere, in an alternate universe
I don't know why, but that's just so sad to think about
She's
bitch nigga.
Shit, commit some robberies and walk-by's.
But you don't want that.
Neither do I, but I will I will
Cause I'm a hustler, hustler.
in my Choo’s
Hugo when I’m robbing, Carlos when I shoot
Aim it at your head, knock you out your boots
Catch you by yourself, yaba daba doo
Yipee-ki yay
many friends by my side, and those who are gone are still with me
It isn't a matter of pride, to kill the dark lord has been written in prophecy
It's
Tryin' to pay for pussy
But she don't fuck with that
I hit it 'til she hunch her back
She in love with that
It's why she in the kitchen bakin' cookies
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
Now my cold heart in a minute will put you To sleep
Will let you hang by your neck like a grape Vine
Hou vas on that minute cause i don't have Time
Ima
Damaged oddity bought by Sotheby's
Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy
You can't even spell but you're an "expert" in
cre-atin the butter
Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin'
I'm wreckin' nigga whole shit plus I make a profit
Wicked with this shout,
boy'll bite you
I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to
But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable, I just slap you
Killin'
means I'm really with the bullshit
And I don't waste no time
My time is precious in the bull pit
So get the fuck off of me
I'm fulfillin' this prophecy
[Girl] Hey Carlos you got a letter today.
[Carlos] What is this? Some more warrants or some shit.
[Girl] I don't know. It looks like another letter
a toothbrush at your crib love
And you ain't gotta wonder whether that's your kid love
Nigga I don't want no bitch from reality shows
Out of touch with
up
Diamonds on my hoes' feet, when they walk, they spark
Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth, when I talk, I spark
Don't fuck around with beef, when it
prophecy ain't no stopping me
I'm coming through with the motherfucking shotty
I really don't want to hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati
Fuck the D-E-A
big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time
You do this shit by the month, I switch 'em up by the blunt
So don't be stuntin', respect that chickens
hidden from you and me be hidden from them
I'm the beginning
Although its a little bit translated
Written in prophecy by I and I wise man
I discover Lord
on business
But you be on some bullshit
Askin' me where I go, what I do, how I kick it
Won't you get with it baby girl, I don't cheat on you and pull shizz
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