Lyrics:
repeat, it won't
This is the good thing
We can edit all this
In the actual CD recor-
He meant to play the track again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
But you all
makin' dough, but not enough to blow
J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but ayo, I don't trust a soul
That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet
a break uh
You can switch up, rearrange and sit up
Cold hearted killer
Edit the picture
I cut out my problems with rulers and scissors
My wins looking low
y'all
Finally making paper legal
Bitch I'm flyer than a seagull
Fresh as fuck, that's by default
I hit Schoolboy Q to borrow bucket hats
Why you
hangin' by one of my puppet strings
Couple things that you mother fuckers probably struggling to understand
That in this game, only the toughest win
So all
the bottom, young bosses up (haan, Montana)
Got Nine another lawyer like money ain't a thing
I done heard the rumors around, they sayin' that money made me
shooting back
But my shot's getting caught by the vest that I put on
I ain't really a killer at least I won't admit it
What would you think you knew all
supposed to be (off that bloodline thang)
This ain't the way it's supposed to be!
This ain't the way, shit is supposed to be!!
[Big Stan]
Now I done
bruh
Your contract killers can sign off richer
That little beef y'all talking is small things to a giant
Like Goliath been drinking that anaconda malt
the industry, not blaming all y'all see
The ones who still make real music are hated, dying off and
I cannot take them raping the thing that spreads through my
woman from now on (oh girl)
I'm sorry
Said I'm sorry for everything (ohh, sorry)
That I ever done to you (all the things I've done to you)
(The
on a mission
Listen to me
How can I make you understand imma general
Even if you poppin the competition is minimal
Kan City killers and you can bet that we
read it
So don't try to discredit
Heart been in pieces
The way that you left it
Put it together
Just takes an edit
Things only hurt you
As much as you
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
how much you miss a person, until they gone
Like to hear it? Hear it go, I'm rehearsing, gotta sing my song
I know I've done some wrong, but I can't
'bout that white girl
Feeling good to be black
Ya whole hood I seize that
Breaking down the, fuck all that feedback
Gone by the morning
I landed soon
as a shooting target
With offers that got me up
In these offices often
Boo yaa, who ya? No one
I've done situated myself, i ain't lying
Be sure to be friend cause
doing fractions
All these girls my distraction
Always on the go, put in action
Took a ride in that foreign (That foreign)
She saw me (She saw me)
She
Don’t care ‘bout right or wrong
We all be buried in the ground
You stink in wealth it doesn’t cost a thing
That's just a sheet of dust
No matter
you come to play
Then you had me all caught up in your game
But now that I've been alone, I've had time to myself
I know things will be better this way
patiently waiting
You can't see the picture that I'm painting
Don't allow your vision to be tainted my son
Look at all the things that I've done for you
Look
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
baby
I'm Done
All the things I never got to
The whole damn bucket list
All those crazy wild souls
I'm gonna have to miss
No beach for me
that i've done
Mama looking at her son
Just look what i've become
Know where i'm just coming from
I came from the PJ
But Real talk in a year im on a PJ
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