Lyrics:
foolin'
With them fakes ass numbers 1+1 don't equal 3 boy you need some schoolin
See me and Streetz we been poppin since like grade school
So go and check
I'll pick up where I left off watch me gain some consistency
My flows ET Space
Not even NASA fucking with me
Mossing On Da Beat
Got em I'ma Beast
I'ma
problems (problems)
I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em)
Without a doubt, ya
I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggas out
Tell my tales by word
old
Covered in such, drive-by the sun with a low (?)
Third album Wheel of Fortune when I bought those O's
And every other letter when I chose
I’m paranoid
What is my selling point?
Wanna be different but not make ‘em annoyed
Just the suburban boy
More like a humanoid
Lyrics so cold you would
Aye bro, finally!
Welcome to the album, Listen Hard Or Disregard
(I'm still drunk) Facts, and we're on our way (Yuh!)
Smoke said the folks throwing
ever gon be moving east
I wonder if they think I’m silly 'cause my album cover beat
I wonder if I’ll get my fill before I’m still and I’m deceased
Got
(slab!), back on the block (block!)
With the hustlers pleading a album, the crank, they froze on water rocks (rocks!)
The boy Emmitt had me shining when I
goal
Buy a new car, I'ma pay that bitch in cash
Tell 'em the change, I don't want my fucking quarter back
I've been running up my money, I don't own
know the government of Canada got issues
Entitlement is false, tell em grab a tissue
We're too easily offended and we always apprehended by the cuffs
it
Batter pocket syndrome, the money we gon' abuse it
Still gettin out-of-town paper so don't confuse it
Tell the hip-hop cops nah, it's only music
wanna, how I wanna
I just do what I wanna, when I wanna, how I wanna
I like to kiss and cuddle and what?
Still a baddaman pon da baddaman block
Big
Stand in defense of my goals
That's my kinda mindset
The boy's got more clean sheets than Waverley Blankets
Syn sent so many beats they're terabytes now
thought you knew better,but you still ran your mouth now you runnin from
them fuckin Georgia Boys from down south
ain't no sunshine my nigga,
wouldn't approve ain't da way she raised me
Boy you better always speak your mind
Crazy her telling me that she's living through me
Way before everything my
The spirit cookin bumpin heads wit Abramavic Never mind a snitch cause here where da problem is All you drug dealers think you anonymous
Ya give em Truth but
Frankly, I'm disappointed, I'm appalled
And brother I am unbelievably hurt by the fact
That you have morphed into something to me, that's not real
and niggas still bought his album
I learned patience 'cause it takes time
Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady on the baseline
None of the Tec's jus wait
I know I know, what da fuck do I know
I’m just a loud mouth white boy that grew up round south Chicago
My life’s been perfect right, I don’t deserve
feel like Kim with the tit out (uh)
Queen matchet pon da h'air when I pop out
I take a pic no filly that's Getty (click click)
Fuck'em like a bunny leave
a squadron send them boys to cedar point
We gone slide tn
Said it once to get em right
I can tell when people fold
Know these boys ain't known to fight
F*** a 9 to 5, ‘cause in my vision I'm seeing lime
Light bounce off the piece around the wrist, that's a Casio
I see the tweets, but they're still scared
of the bridge where
niggas get killed dogg, for real dogg,
boy chill dogg, you better off poppin a pill dogg (Ay Connie).
Thats right we on the map
first album
the hill but show up when you incline
They don't wanna pay your bills but show up when its lunch time
Whats sad I still let em eat but some won't ever touch
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