Lyrics:
the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah
Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off
Can I wrap my head around it all, lying
Tryna get away 'cause I'm gonna fall
I'm just
A boy who doesn't know the future, so I'ma
Move along, I'ma
Dropping opportunities I'm picking up a different call
Holding out for bigger checks to lift us all
Never kept a safety net to catch us even if I fall
Disguise
You tried to cover that shit up by acting like you was supporting me out can't deny
I knew that shit was a lie
I wrote this part for the boys in
Nothing's like my town
We burn bast peeps to the ground
And don't be fooled by the looks, we tougher than y'all
Keeping halfway crooks in our
yourself out
Do yourself in
Don't try to mend
All gods fall in the end
Hail Hail the Idol
Hail Hail the Idol
We loved you in black
We adored you in pink
Up
the font's in italics
Dropping the ballast and ascending beyond inhibitions
Keeping honest, spitting the sonnets I've written
And I'm finna figure out how
blades up out it
Melt it down to a wax,
All my real ones they don’t play about me
I been up too many days
Second guessing putting fires to bed set by
Ha ah ah ah ah ah
Ha ah ah ah ah ah
Yea
Winning in my genes, boy I'm never gonna fall (Eh)
Ain't got lotta fears but poverty is one (Eh)
Steady
Picked it up can’t let it go cause its held on by tape
I put it to my head and blow my brains out
No one had any idea that’s what I was about
Just know I
dog would not fall, I am not y'all
Couple pages out the calendar and I'm out y'all
Kid listen, pay attention, you don't wanna be me
It's safer
I'm in my baggy ay
Been up for the last few days
Creating my grand escape
Come back too my paddy babe wait
Bu bu bu
Claim keeping it real, but I'm
to the sky
This for my homies never phonies went to college and they don't know why
Give me anything forreal just to move up out the crib
Aye yo I'm tryna find
thighs
The way you opened up to me it took me by surprise
The day you said you wanted me the best day of my life
I just want you by my side like I’m never
The time
I'm thinking about keeping this bitch by my side
Girl so fine niggas dreamed they fucked her and lied
But I'm numero uno, the one and only
Bitch
flag
Gotta cut off the leech
Boys can no longer consider me ahk
Stand up, steer the coupe with the lean
My heart, been up under the rocks
Carhart, warm
cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
Planning from A up to Z, got them connected close to my heart
Keeping my dreams tagged I just follow the light using my mind
Keeping my confidence
Double-crossing is somewhat sort of an art
I gather up all my fishes, gang up, we eat up a shark
But knowing y'all, y'all start acting like
own can't handle it
Hand on chin to keep my head up
Ain't no time to kick my feet up
Barely get to roll my weed up
Stole my art supplies
Had to get by
the absolution but I fall like Apollo
I'm intolerant to illusion but delusion I follow
'Cause I'm a turtleneck
Taking pictures, curling up in my shell
I'm out
out his pa chest
And a tongue out his ma mouth
[Baby]
A ki stashed up
And I'm gettin' 'em all
I got a stash put up
For the drought in the fall
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