Lyrics:
these digits on my check I think its madness
Til im in a casket my love is ever lasting
Tryna find my limit on the edge of all my sadness
Swerving up
Got these birds buggin', I'm on 1st stuntin'
With no stick-shift, just a reverse button (the Aston Martin)
But I ain't Hollywood hater, I'm still
the night
In the night in the night
In the night in the night
In the night i'm a savage im out for the loot
I hate chasing bread but i love the pursuit
Loved
Girl you know I'm boutta beat it shorty nonstop
Baby when I'm pullin up I make the block hot
Dirty water in my cup I'm boutta act out (Oooh)
Have you
I've been seeing in the future learning from the past
Deja Vu, cloudy judgements hope these memories won't last
I'm just tryna take it slow. Why you
I keep a blunt lit while I’m kickin dumb shit
I get around broke people I become sick
Ain’t no new friends that I’ll ever run with
I’m still runnin
Late nights
Wide awake
And I'm having trouble letting go of yesterday
And I never thought that I would ever feel this way
But I
Can't forget you
revenge
And they trynna take a part of me
Running up the game
And I'm way up on highest seed
Seeing everybody in the game
Not on par with me
Send that
I'm something like a heartless beat
I'm like clogging your arteries
My hypothesis is that you wont make it though this
Hit her wit balls like batting
You know I'm from the city where dem boys don't play (Don't play)
Hustle hard, collecting paper everyday (Everyday)
Man you better recognize yeah we
detention yo)
Y'all niggas buggin
(Fuck it)
Man it's hard to be humble my ego wild and vicious
The way I'm cooking up it's like the booth is the kitchen
I
Yeah
Im thuggin
Yeah yeah
Im thuggin
Got the choppa on the back seat for any ni*** that wanna gone mean mug me
Yeah
Im thuggin
Yeah yeah
Im
hit with laser beams
What’s good
I’m evil
Im sorry
That I don’t like people
I’m a Human torch
Human torturer
I’m in hell
But I’m in control
Keep it
Yea
Roll fast up in a foreign car
You wanna do Saint Laurent bars?
But baby I am not a popstar
I'm just holdin' a guitar
I'm so smooth with these
we building like bricks
And I'm out this world outer space
But i'm in my world first place
Ain't no one finna catch up
Speed up faster
A 3000 rapper
don’t mean that he ain’t lyin'
So hard to live without my niggas but I know they flyin'
Getting shit up off my chest you think I’m just rhymin'
So much I
There's a girl out there I think about and miss
There's prolly six others think I'm talking bout them when they hear this
And there's at least two I
even surprised
Yea that's the s*** that's gon happen
I'm in the field I ain't dunking no action
I getting to it my n**** what happened
They say what
I cook the beat then I eat it like wet pussy oh Jesus you tryna take me to Venus i know
Your energy like the reason i'm breathing
My friends
I went through this before
And I don’t that no more
You should leave me alone
Im dangerous when I'm close
Liking all of my posts and just tryna make
Dreams of troques blancos
Pulling right up to my rancho
I been up for days
And I'm about ready to pass out
It's 3 am a Saturday
I'm looking to smash
tryna fuck up
My steez
But I take it as it comes while I'm puffing my weed
Move along naaier
There's nothing to see
Just another rappers body chalked
I'm thinking I'll bring ya
Just as soon as I know your name and where you come from
Better keep it tame lest I act dumb
I musta ate butterflies for
I got my hoodie up
I always record with my hoodie up
Hero's wear hoodies too
Yeah
Look
Double 0 shoot with the silence
Put a hater on silent
I'm
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