Lyrics:
Picasso with the bars
She's well put together like a piece by Gershwin
Renaissance style, tonight is picture perfect
So smile, and pack your bags real
bo in '95
Ridin wit my boys deallin dope gettin high
Crackers tryin to give me time, and we ain't talkin 5
Niggaz talk fly so dat pistol by my
Nechcel by si byť v mojej koži, ver mi
Yeah, neviem či by si to ustál
Naživo každý z vás len drží piču a usta (Drží piču)
No na internete je každý milionár
the cars!
See the house!
Livin' large!
Look in the mirror!
See a star!
I'm outta space!
Hella far!
They at the bottom!
I'm on top!
I'm so high
Playing Super Smash hit you with the Falcon Punch
Freedom like a high schooler going out for lunch
But now I'm older all these people wanna do is
5
I'm like Kevin Gates cause I don't get tired
East Coast like Eden
I smoke the ganja then I'm eatin'
I love the taste of that pussy it's
think you need to watch your self
One thing he taught me was do it by yourself
Your shorty know that she down to ride
When i get high just know im finna
You don't even know
You don't even know
Niggas think they want to be me
Cuz they see me on the T.V
But they don't even have to know
What it even
and phony
Keep that shit to yoself
Had to build it break it build it
Did this shit by myself
5 more times let me say sum
You got 4 more seconds nigga run
I
1million 2million 3million 4
5million 6million 7million more
1billion 2billion 3billion 4
5billion 6billion 7billion more
Hey yo hey yo hey yo
I hope I hope
Its 5:30 in morning
Brush my teeth with that colgate
Forced up in a goddamn suit
Swear it's keeping in my rage
Step up on the bus , I look around
Cheh, aye
Whip a altima like a benz
And I can't slow up (nah)
Got rid of my xbox
I'm the controlla (Big control this s***)
F**** PS5, can't waste my
hoes but I can't lie I'm hating it (Hating it)
Still in the five but I can't wait to leave this shit (To leave this shit)
My heart got cold, and I can't
waan hate; waan hate pon mi prophecy
But beer dollas weh mi prophet see
And mad stacks weh mi profit be
V.V.S just a shine and Drip
Keep the rock like
Don't stop now
Stepped back
Now I'm in this hoe
Lately in a different mode
Questioning who's friend or foe
5 Years later we still feel it
I can't let
(FAS, You Made A Hit)
(Luke, Come On)
(Proddg)
On God imma end up in the top five
Bringing heat but it's not with a Glock nine
Going up just like
They're hoping we divide
If you with me you aligned
Both been through some trippy Highs
Now we see where we reside
Forget the 9 to 5
All my funds flippin
3
can't even get a high five, you can get drive by
Hot grease five guys, 97 Motorola yeah
Driving it like it's stolen yeah
His bitch calling my phone, Rizz
it from me my bad
I get high
Just to get by
Jungle juice had me right in the NY
Tennessee passin' round all the dead bodies
Sneakin' 'round mama wanna
the Chevy
Ninety-five to Broward county Make a movie Like Belle
Niggas clutching steel, the way I roll with The Weapon,
Twin Glocks twenty-three how ah nigga
V1
What I know of cultures,
Is that hymns to love
Eclipse hymns to nations
By far.
V2
What I know of cultures,
Is that songs of life
Not
on so you can't see my eyes no doubled cupped I'm tripled cupped cause I like to sip high 4 cubes in a sprite to keeps a Yungin vibed v neck Lolo with
Hallelujah!
D E/D D DEDc
Hallelujah!(5)4321
c c
(Hallelujah!)
Words & Music Written By : c cndrew Mc Donald 2015
life, and they'll Give you money
You need some time, you gotta Survuve
I'm thinking five days a week just to Stay alive
Come one my guy, they're selling
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