Lyrics:
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
yea
I know she be lying so I'ma lie back like recliners
I just pulled up in eco four cylinder then she came in and ate me like a diner
You bought a scat
martyrs of Working Class.
To the Shot Ones at CSN
Letter: Mao / Ciro / Darwin
Music: Mao
To those who dwell
In tenements and slums
and even awakened
by
A's and we grading you with the letter four
I mean the letter F-O-you-are
Tryin to say you a G?! I'm like Oh-you-are?
Don't be talkin all them lies like
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
I got like 30 missed calls
There ain't no going back, I know drifted too far
Scared of that four letter word, always comes back to haunt me
I know
motherfuckers when you say my name
It tips the scales with the weight four letters mean to the game
They saying business is business and bitches is bitches
They
I do I'll miss the things passing by
I know, I know just not to go and close my eyes
Cause if I do I'll miss the things passing by
I'm all talk
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with
of livings when you're giving a lie
And you don't got to admit what you did to get by
See expectation should be raising but it's so buried in pride
And that's
Yes, i was stupid
Yes, i was foolish
But what do you expect when a young ones struck by cupid
Outside of my momma house yes we were boolin
Foolin
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
to do
You know that i wouldn’t lie to you
So why the fuck are you trying to
And I've been consistent bitch i was persistent
Now i guess i’ll say goodbye
and have an escape. Obie was makin' sure
It was about four or five hours later that Alice (remember Alice?
There's a song about Alice)
Alice came by
Truly, no lie, my crew be multi
Excuse me, but I'm usually the dude that the foolies don't try
Usually the shooter when the uzi roll by, with the goonies
the sonics
Super loud when I pull up at the 4 way
And I drive by cuz I'm done with fake beef like 5 guys
I pulled off bumping my album and
I realized that
da 4 letters a nigga understand
Fym Benji got dat shit tatted on his hand
Chasin da guap n she givin top
Shit don't stop this everyday
Just left
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
some things, get it by any means
I disappear then reappear with a new scheme
I got fans now, I got fans down
Who can't wait till the album's out
I
learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album
Spark come out of the switch, 4th of July (frrt)
Diamonds sluggin', I'm back to my old ways (ayy)
Tinted Phantom gettin' chauffeured by Jose (skrrt)
my album off by giving you guys a lesson
Don't ever let love torture you cuz being single a blessing
And my shawty if you hearing this ill send you
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