Lyrics:
(Christ...)
(You know I had to do it to em)
(That meme is so old I swear to god)
I'm an e-girl
I wear my heart on my cheeks
I just got 10k even
mây
Sao chẳng thể thấy tâm hồn mình ở đây
Anh em get high day by day
Chilling cuz we cant escape
Cảm xúc này thật real
How could I deal with this
be too late, the punk might escape
And buck while, and in fact, bite my style
And I'm-a catch a bullshit charge, plus trial.
It's my thing
Hook Harmz:
3 am in London posted with the whole team
Feeling like a star city lights all on me
Keep it by my side RFA it’s on me
Lock off all
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
to an Arab store
But he ignited the minds of the young black and poor
Behind enemy lines, my niggas is cellmates
Most of the youths never escape the jail
Getting that cash, it ain't no debate
I don't need nobody, I'mma carry my own weight
Cause I was by myself when I was walking through the rain
I know you
tryina
Tryina get by
Tryina get by tryina get by tryina get by
Tryina tryina get by
Tryina get by but i still see somehow shit be in my way
I look left
sick, my face might turn green
How can you ever be the best
In the scene when you're
Still tryna make a better tune
Than Fuckin' Widda Team
You don't
'I'm now.
Don't make me wait-wait, because it might be too late, the punk might escape,
And buck whyle, and in fact, bite my style, and I'ma catch
D-T-A my pops said dont trust anybody
P-S-A just cause they fam dont mean they really solid
N-B-A or going pro I really thought about it
Don't count
Drinking lemonade spinning like a ceiling fan
So haunting, so confusing
Ice cream is goose, Linus and Lucy
Rule number one can't escape my throat
Pop
thugged out, but I got clout
I ain't sayin' that you played out, but for real
My bars over your head, no ? in the cell
You couldn't even escape it like
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
Unh, one seven A B, baby
You know I stays putin' my ankles in it, right
Another beat by Retro
M-K-L up in this bitch, baby, let's go!
One stop shop
way
My first year I'm steady bagging A's
By year three I'm on the grind chasing cash can't let the bag escape
Payed no attention to my GPA
Still wasn't
my eyes when I'm out late walking
Not stalking
Get the fuck off me
Won't train
B died in the worst way
When A got away what did K say
Take his bag
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y`all
Don't tell me what I can't do
Don't tell me it can't be done
I was born the top gun no staircase to
Paradise brainwashed by these parasites you act
At times I feel stranded on this planet of mine
Now should I pull the hammer, clap it out and laugh about it?
Or stand up, be counted while I cast my
Why?
Sky's the limit so you know I'm gonna rise and shine
I gotta do my thing, I'm kinda getting a little tired of all that's hidden
That's
a caricature that has no content
My style is masterful, multilateral
I could battle a fool and be naturally cruel
Words of scorn are a disastrous tool
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