Lyrics:
Oh my, got a fever a thousand degrees
Heartbeat's speeding fast, heartbeat can't recall how to breathe
Flee the scene in a flash
Don't know why eye
you can't figure out
Truth has no path you can pick a route
If you're up to the task then stick around
The world is your classroom look around
Find your
rotten
Numb by the onion, needing healing props forgot him
Wasn't his fault tho', see pops forgot him
Pops was ailing pulse line failing
Moms, with that
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
figure it out now
The pressure's on
I can't quite believe the time that's gone flying by
You try and tell me that everything will be fine
I
Can't figure what you was tryna picture ay
Rocking the glue stick with the tooth pick yea
Come outside ain't it midnight ay
Sell ur soul in half make some
days, I just wanna scream and shout
Breathe in
Breathe out
And Breathe
Trying to stay calm
But you can already tell by the shaking of my palm
That I
up on love
Born in a black sheet. Grew into a outlaw
Death before dishonor. Living by the thug law
Got me looking in my rearview trying to figure what
It's TR3YWAY
Sleiman
Iver (uh)
Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker
Drug dealer, professional pot whipper
Seven figures, got your bitches
some ice
I think I'm in love like Beyonce be with Jigga
It's not his major figure that want him to be my nigga
He got that magic stick that make my
to figure it out
Man, I really messed up now
Clipped those wings and I came back home
Tried my best just to carry on
Stick-and-poke tattoos meant
figure
I’m too legit
To quit this
Kid
Get up get up get up get up get up
The games mine now
This a stick up
Yo
Look
You will
Never slow me
Down down down
can do now is
(Breathe) Mhm mhm mhm, mhm
Not everybody has the maturity
And it ain't by the clock
Still you coulda thought of me
Maybe then I woulda got
at the ground by a pile of rags
Grainy little figures on television screens
Weighing up the moment, guilty, guilty
What's he doing with that stick?
What's
feet
Running laps around niggas I done put they ass to sleep
I count figures fuck them triggas I'm trying by myself a beach
It ain't no stop me the way I
like you
See like me
See like you
Breathe like me
Breathe like you
Sing like me
Sing like you
Man I'm ready for the cake man I want to be awake like you
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
out on top
What was this for, show me some more
If I was down to my last breathe will ‘ya
Stick by me stand by us
Can you pour me some love
Fill up my
niggas
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife
niggas
That you knew from back when, when you was clocking minor figures
Now they heard you're blowing up like nitro
And they wanna stick the knife
at the fucking border
I got my hoodie and my mask on
I got my gun and my blast on
(Don't shoot please, can't breathe
Officer don't shoot, can't breathe
it's love 'cause I'm up, but it's not
First in the city put switch on a glock
First nigga paid five figures a drop
Keep a good grip when you hittin',
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