Lyrics:
the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got long hot songs best cherish it
Whoever drop mine that's over phenito
You paying for your foul like a free throw (bow)
me
Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got long hot songs, best cherish it
Cool when I drop mine that's over, finito
You payin' for your foul
world
It's too bad we can't live off hindsight
Cause I would be the smartest nigga living
It's amazing when that moment hits and you can feel your
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
The Ring
Verse 1:
Then you realize the dream had passed you by like a plane in the sky/
Five hundred miles per hour meteor showers/
Sometimes
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
used to live in Dallas but he's not Dirk (Texas)
Strip club in the traphouse had a uncle used to make the pot twerk (twerk)
The biggest niggas always
I've got a window at the foot of my bed
Sometimes i pull the blinds open by the sill i rest by head
Cause I found the stars and constellations seem
the chef
To live in Siber in the snow
Ukraine has failed at producing
Enough food and the World World 2 supplies
We'll take their life
We brought
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
Your democracy's nice
But you ought to comply
Or I'll alter your mind via the water supply
"Reports coming live of a sort of device
That authorities
a solstice
Write hits through my high and lows, bout time we in album mode
Think I'm getting old, watch brothers go and sell they soul
For nothing more than
behind mine
(throw your hands in the air)
And stand behind mine
Everything I seen made me everything I am
(If you're real as me) and stand behind mine
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
'cause the man couldn't see 'em
Cause he busy tryin' to tell 'em next time he'll I'd 'em
One was starin' at me, then suddenly it hit him
That's that
putting down
Put em up get litty we get silly to we hit the ground
We never gonna stop it we gonna keep it movin
We like a tribe when we live killing
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
much, just basslines and synths
Let me call them out, done hidin in the shadows
Me and these fake ass hoes not compatible
Somewhere by the deep end, ready
Hay oh ah
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even players
Whether you hate us or you show us
of a chain I don't feel but I see
Visions from me
At twenty three, making us free in my community
One day is what I live for
Ain't thinking about no hope
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 a nimrod
And if you still
that I move
Studied the way that I be
Wasting the air that I breathe
They ain’t mean nothing me
Wasting their wants, and forgetting their needs
Bitch
just told me all the reasons
I have to find my own way, don't change it like the season
It's my life, I live it on my own
Welcome to dangerzone
It's my
rhyme to get paid
Airplanes flyin', overseas people dyin'
Politicians lyin', I'm tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out
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