Lyrics:
lonely in my habitat
They don't know
They don't know
What I've seen
They don't know
They don't know
Behind the scene
They don't know
They don't know
like snakes but I pay em no mind
I been meanin’ to say I got God on my side
Got the world in my hands and it’s made by design
Always trust in the plan
Eyes penetrate and pull at her flesh.
Her cries escalate, sex equals death.
Deleted scenes.
It leaves a trail of failure.
For those bit by the rats in
niggas do not play
Bitch you fuckin' with the mob
We step behind it all i'm with ten niggas
That's a gun in every draw
And I got this choppa from
hoes story
Yuh, that's just the snippet
Get thirsty in the studio suck Kelp's tit
Yum yum, that's the titty milk I love
Bitch I smell bad, yeah Young
Behind the scenes
They just acting like they know us
See I would rather take the time and be the slowest
You say your in our corner But you got
chilling in my studio making hits
While I'm rolling with the team we be staying lit
Keep on killing it ‘cause they won’t make me quit
the look in my eyes
Ever since a teen, I fiend to get high
I sell coke and sell weed to get by
Round stay fly, B steak fine
All over the scene, and scream
Diamonds, diamonds
I've got foreign bitches all up in
My studio and they wanna hear
Diamonds, diamonds
She's on her way with her bestie and
I said
an autographed picture for yo little sis.
My days of turning tricks are behind me,
Unless you got the time to wine and dine me.
All up on the scene
Dipped in
a haunted house, got soul by the pound
If you wanna dance, think about it right now
See, I'm not in it, yo, listen, I'm not in it
This song's about beats,
Yuh, Aye
Run it back
JR77, Lil Pro, Bitch, let 'em know ya
(Oh, oh, ah, oh)
Aye, yuh
You'll be Hating us
Behind the scenes you're tracing us
But
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord,
chasing this silent dream
Work like a mule just to be kept behind the scenes
Work like a mule just to be kept behind the
You play it cool but I can hear
KJV on my lap
I'm fresh out the lab, I walk with da swag
Had to go wrap up these raps
Whip it in studio, call it the trap
Big baby boy need a plaque
wearin' it now
I want my kush delivered by the pound
I want my guap in offshore accounts
I want a trail of bodies at my throne
I want blood splattered all
Whole lotta clips
It's a movie it's a scene
40 On my hip
Gotta dick and a beam
I left mama crib
By the age of 17
Had a pocketful of crips
the quietest up in the room
Im jus motivated by the moves
That im making to pay my dues in the streets was never the move
But I dont regret it cuz I got to make
Yeah, you know it's Bushie Freak, are you kidding me
You know it's Bushie
As the world turns, I just wanna be with you
I be chilling in the studio
behind
Lord I'm behind
I keep having dreams that the feds run in my house
Talkin about some bodies I don't know nothing about
I keep having dreams niggas
and I get all the pints by the case
Pourin a 4 in a Fanta, that's double deuce
Studio gangster please stay out the way
Got casket on casket I massacre
Take a table
In the evening
By the waterside
Lonely eyes watch
As the moon shines
Down a silver tine
Looking out from this position
Are
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
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