Lyrics:
on that hill
You know the one
Where the ants would bite our legs till we’re numb
You know the hill
You know that one
And the ants would bite us until we’re
invented this real
Been the same since my deal
If you try to say that I'm changin'
Wait for the album, see how you feel
My third album, my Graduation
body back to where you from to were you stay
This the bay we keep the clock in real fast
With a foot on the gas with a pocket full of cash
Slash through
album ‘Joanne’
Is number 8 in United States thank you!:)
And I just want to take a
Take a little poll here don’t
Worry about it, it’s not gonna offend
rolls
Fuck the opps cause you know that we gon score
Fuck the opps they died they dropped by four
Nigga diss on ant then we on go
Gotta Glock with
back
Lookin at me like Im a snack
That ant looks at me while
I look at the sea
The sea looks at the sky
As if it wants to fly
So I tell it to spread it's
(Ay)
Made like 40 in the booth (Ay)
Made my mind go crazy
Talking album on the daily
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
You know my story by now (Ooouuu)
week and I spend it on my hand
Follow me like sheep 'til I crush 'em, cartoon anvil
Trippin' over ant hills
Stuck up on the grass, I can't handle it
got down
And it's solid, fresh, dope, whatever you want to call it
(Not back) An aspiring sociopathic alcoholic
(Ahh shit) Look at Slug still rockin'
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
wit a cero
Pull up to yo city squad deep in a bad mood
Only got one arm but I'm still finna clap you
The plot armor can't save you boy
You came back
been average
On my way to the top and I ant stopping soon
Always inn em fast whips all you hear is vrooom
Small body with a big head like a shroom
Ran my
Lemme get back to myself I was on sum lil bitch shit, let me go
Aye, bitch had broke my fucking heart so now I'm reaping all these souls
Bitch I feel
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
would you choose
Be rich by yourself
Or stay broke wit your crew
Pyscic Immunity
Shit in my brain is to confidential
If I try to explain
You won't get
think that we all strange
People in the back of me see the TV's
Ant scrapin' tough like a pair of dungarees
Coonin' e-feez, on Myrtle beach
Carlos Rossi,
this for the glory
Don't you judge me without knowing bout my story
All these rappers got no subject man its boring
Got me snoring
Dawg this album just
Yawl representing the lames yawl ant never came for us
Look at my watch you on my block just in time for the show
And gangsters in my bloodline I can't
or
Un-corrupt police at least "Come on Will
You gotta tell me!" I grabbed and
Shook him by the arm
The L train was leaving Bedford with 10
000 white
needs to be driven by car, to and from campus. And you're going to take care of that. And he goes, Cool. And the negotiation was done.
I didn't know yet,
it on.
I smack him back down, yo dope, word is bond.
I know you want a piece of the champ,
But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp.
you was an infant
Dropped out of bed, cuz you high as shit on incense
Dummy like a Patrick hit by bowling ball no Finland
Talkin' bout how I should get
something out of nothing
I got a brand new flow
Been ttg u know
Verde im trained to go
I got your speakers thumping
Im back in album mode
Album mode
Leeko,
Swollen eyelids, baffled by this.
Tell us what you see?
The hair on the back of your neck stands.
Another way out, another way out
The army ants have
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