Lyrics:
it was
I was like, yo
You gotta find a way to email me these beats 'cause I can't go to the studio with these fuckin'
With a CD and record over 'em
He asked what brought me here
I told the tale
It’s the music that I need
I hear it in my sleep
The words, the chords, the beat
I know them all
There’s
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
back out
Until she pass out
Is about that time
For things to get dowwnn yeah!
Nobody really know me tho
Know me tho
Killing beat on the studio
Studio
on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to shouting out designers
I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each
Cause you start to learn some things that you'd never thought you'd know
It's hard out there on your own in this world so cold
From that Windy City tho,
L-carnitine or caf-pow
Ya
Not good for my heart rate
It's either that or fall asleep on the highway
Making beats got me up all night
I never lose sleep
Heard home is where the heart is
Might have to tear the carpet
Cause I ain't heard it beat in quite a bit
I might have lost it
Buried in the back
out
Spit it our clean
A momma's boy without a momma
Got my bloodline, Ariana
None of my favs ever get plays on the radio
So I don't care I can drop
Oh yeah by the way literally every clean version of a song
I'm ever gonna make ever is gonna have a meme in it so in it so in it so
deserve it
Beat that eat that eat that pussy i slurp it
Licking your box writing letters in cursive
Wont admit that you addicted you argue on purpose
Just
the people's champ
Pap the golden apple out the camp
Don't ever tell me what I can't
Up the Drac' and make a nigga tap dance
Beat the pot, hit it the with
"Tarantula"
Got Canada on calendar so shout-out to my manager
I walked through in South Africa, I jumped in 'bout four Acuras
I flip it just like a spatula,
lotion
Future look ungodly
Without sippin' codien
Man I so Toxic
In this beat I release
Mention me a mission boy
Version boy in the streets
Yeah I'm G
to cap on you,
I wouldn't even sweat it cause you'll be through
Lookin so far up, you might fall down
Gettin clowned by the hound from east Oaktown
schedule is busy, my verses are tight, that's how it's supposed to be
Sleeping and fucking in the studio like we will make a beat
Met her through her friends
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
come out you'd think it's scripture
Let me paint you a clear picture
Bars and the beat that is the mixture
Shaking the earth like I'm high on the Richter
fall out
Nothing I do be smart now
Do it look like I was
Left off "Bad and Boujee" (Huh, ooh)
Hoe, this is not Quavo, this Dre-vo
Meet my Migos (Huh)
the charts one day, I got it Obviously the Muhammad Ali when I hop on
The beat Cause I'm gonna be knocking them out, That's
What I'm talking about
This is a public service announcement
Swaleh beats go crazy
Sponsored by Swaleh beats
And the good folks of On Too Something Records
The person who
and gents
So check it out, y'all, kick it
It's time, time, time for the freaker to kick it through your speaker
For the B-boys and Jameekahs, contrary
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