Lyrics:
a tight one
What you gon' do? Fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and B.I.G., nigga die slowly
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
"Cash
clocking in at seven zero hundred am
In the morning fighting evil yes be sure that I am
Brings the suckas lemon soda offers them a goddam
Sling around
friends bring em both through
Champagne chilled on ice
No judgement bring yo vice
Bless the bottle like you know Christ
Then take it back like a low price
Staring up at the sky singing lullaby tracks
Could the words that I write bring all the ones I loved back
Whether in Heaven or Earth my toes in soil or in
a percocet but she too moody tho
Yeah, take her back 'cause I don't need that
I'ma spin around like I'm racing on a speed track
Never need a bitch 'cause I'm
to pools
We make love she be like ooo-wee, touch her soul when she moody
Her attitude unruly, it compliments her booty
And truly you’re a modern war, but
you, when you
When you tried to bring me back
There's Nothing more that I can
Do, Do, Do
Even if it's
True, True, True
It turns me
Blue, Blue, Blue
It's
allergies
That's not real allergies
So that's bullshit allergies
Trynna get bigger than a jumbo jet with wings
I'll never outgrow white shirt blue jeans
this thing
I'm ahead by far like the sounds of the guitar
I'm attached to certain strings
You've got to jump over the hurdles
To earn your wings
Truth be
My brother God can bless anybody
Make you no looku down on anybody
As you see me so no be by power o
No be by sense o nobody special pass
My Sister
Lay 'em all
down when I creep through your town and clown. I bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black
nigga killa.
hataz
It be lookin so good that ima prolly fall in love
Money u bring me trouble
But I still think I love you
[Verse 2]
Shes as black as a African
then this is how we're doing it yeah
You tried to bring mans into it and that
Okay then yo, yo
Skepta the chance of you beating me in
This clash right
talkin' back
I beat yo' ass, who bought you that?
You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken
I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch
I
talkin' back
I beat yo' ass, who bought you that?
You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken
I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch
I
got sticks like gretzky
5-5-6, blue tips inside the clip, you bet not test me
Diamonds, they so cold, they say achoo, bitch you should bless me
My neck
Girl throw it round
I don't gotta flirt
No sir
I just watch her work
Bless your soul
Slow wind, that's cold
Girl bring it back up like
Girl throw it
late
You see I big up the flows, everyword is capital
I killed all them hoes, I'm the murder capital
I'm the name they bring up that they think their
body close to mine
I feel weak and strong at the same time
So few years to give you wings to fly
Show you the stars to guide your ship by
It's a cruel,
the end like a marvel movie
Bring the tunes that I call looney
I got the voodoo you call me Judi
I get the call of I'm at your duty
Take the wheel one hand
I would pass down
Run up in a spot and tell the residents to back down
How you gone act now, flying like a eagle
I would counteract the healing
niggas all know what's up
Only seventeen with a dream yeah we in the cut
Do this on my own by my lone
Jayfrost in the zone
They say how you do it like that
know you never expected
That your life would change in such a way
You've spent a lifetime forgiving and caring
Strings of moments praying in vain
Even
ain’t wasting my time
I ain’t wasting my time
I ain’t wasting no bundles, you can miss me with the data pack
Oversized hoodies looking moody that’s
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