Lyrics:
I cop a twin you can't see in my bens
She count all my money don't see in my hands
She want Aguilera cant give her no tan
We put it on stretcher it
I guess my fate is a quest for me
Man I'm a dog that ain't got no leash
Man got a crib, it ain't got no lease
Man got a flow that ain't got no
(Never changed)
Lifestyles of the insane
You was like a brother to me, no other to me
Swear I would trade my life for yours, I knew you was fucking
"Ain't no man scream like Prince"
And I was like, "That's fucking awesome"
GQ: Your dad had left when you were 6
So your mom raised you on her own
Frank
keeping this tame
Bois running licks I ain't mentioning names
Run with a glizzy man looks mans looks dizzy stumbling round tryna find his piece
Come with
I guess my faith is a quest for me
Man got a dog and ain't got no leash
Man got a crib, it ain't got no lease
Man got a flow that got no brain
But
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
It's a party at the bottom a lot of niggas a lot of bitches
Some ain't bout nothing but other people tryna get it
When you move up to the middle
bottle
I just seen one of your girl friends
Said that I ain’t lookin' any better
Said you found yourself a new man
And now I got to get my shit together
or LeBron James? They said
"Woah don't get caught up in the hype"
Ain't no tellin' they gon'
Love you after tonight
Well if tonight's the night, pop bottles
the lifestyles of the insane
You was like a brother to me, no other to me
Swear I would trade my life for yours
I knew you was fucking with me
Found some niggas
of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even
it?
Yes, sir
We rep the Lord truly
We heading straight ahead
Man, we ain’t tryin’ to hit no U-y
Man, they can’t do nothing to me
We don’t look
don't pack a nine millimeter
Most a y'all gangsta rappers ain't hardcore neither
Whoever get mad, then I'm talkin' 'bout you
Claim you fear no man, but
like Cal Ripken
No short stopping my pockets, only fall is bank slip
Coupe on 22s at 22 held by four midgets, nigga
Uh, living out my momma's prophecies
stupendous
My flow is relentless
Over ascension
This heaven dimension
Angelic now witness me float
Who you know ball like I do?
(No Man)
10 toes down 5 times 2
yeah
Hope you understand (Understand)
Hope you understand, I'm a big dawg
Ain't no other man
Won't see the sun again, if he fuck around
Got a gun in
So I have no other choice but to do it my way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh) uh
While niggas are shootin' stupid
I'm carefully plottin' ways
to the point you have to ask for your ass back
A fucking joker smoker, taunted by no one
If I was born in Chung Li's temple I would've turned out a shogun
delivery and thirsty DMs from other guys
I know I ain't the only cat with a crush
I wonder what your therapist is telling you
Seems like just yesterday it
I never stuck my cock in the fox's box but
Damned if I ain't open Pandora's box
They try to slander your man
On CNN and Fox
My Mirandas don't
a superhuman
I am just a man,
No, I'm not a superhuman,
I am just a man,
I'm not a superhuman,
I am just a man, but they never understand,
I'm nothing
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