Lyrics:
tell him we were playing Jenga
Working on escaping my destiny in the cubicle
Recipe for success is just blessing, beats, and a studio
People are
(Shorty, what?)
The dance that you doing is dumb
How they do it where you from? (Hey, triflin')
Stickin' out your tongue
Girl, but you know
(Shorty, what?)
The dance that you doing is dumb
How they do it where you from? (Hey, triflin')
Stickin' out your tongue
Girl, but you know
on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
up traps, you get trapped, then it's over
Your soul out your body, but still get ate by the vultures
Leave you there to rot, we sittin' outside your
got your boy on beast mode
I ain’t got no white collar
He made me a priest though
Pray I never fall away
Chasing after pocket change
Used to put my
cousins gettin' toasted
Got a big beat so fat you can smoke it.
Chorus:
Don't- d- don't loose ya
Dont loose your head (x9!)
Ay, skyscrapers, high from
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera cappin'
All I could see was a pistol spittin' rounds
And the boy was just
It's your boy, ISYG, let's get it Y'all know what this is, I'm Comin' for your
Heads and puttin' em on my wall Ha, c'mon Mike, yo, let us cook
Yo,
nuclear and I'll deal with the fall out
Damn my life a movie but it's Welcome to the Dollhouse
I've lived in a tent with all my shit inside a bindle boy
at a market
I see that whip I make that boy park it
I'm after the green I feel like a Spartan I go to the top I don't need a harness
I cut on the beat and then
Yeah
Aye
Look
Said I couldn't smoke in the studio
I pulled out the blunt and I lit it though
What you got to say too an OG bro
I'm fucking on bitches
Club boy are one
Cheepho on the beat
Chi studio
Cheepho on the beat
I be www I dey do women weed and wine
I be www I dey do women weed and wine
haters feeling
I'm blasting beats blazing bud binging bottles chilling
I'm in my town breaking pounds grab the jar and fill it
I'm in my whip hotboxing
Or, or "I'm just in love with that girl over there"
So for all the people out there that fall in love with material items
We gonna bump the beat
hennessy tipsy and they started capping
Them boys them talk about wooos
Talk about tools and cannot use it
Am so inLove like am shot by Cupid
Man be putting
DMX instrumentals
Now I treat it like a game of Deadpool, without the act from Ryan Reynolds
I walk up in the studio with my axe ready
To cut heads in
Aymock
Big C.O on the beat
Hey Yung Carti I noticed you guys were out for the weekend
I'm still on that new track right
Well I guess I could send it
thought, I ain't gon' make it out
Told that boy, if I see some trash, then I'ma take it out
Realest nigga on my side, I ain't gon' fake it out
We seen them
we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times
That I'm thinking
shit just a regular sport to me
And I could care less about my old work cause she with the dollar version of me
But how does it feel to know that y'all
called my phone
In a room full of people
I feel So alone
In a room with my studio
I be in my zone
I feel so alone
They don't want me to win (but its okay)
my peace
Try to keep a good vibe
Try to clean my energy
And I'm
Try to get good routine
And it all works out in the end for me
They tell their version
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