Lyrics:
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
you so tired saying ima need to unwind
People signing their kids to the government
Saying goodbye to the game like I’m going into retirement
Government
Cop a Lex
Cock her legs, fertilize tropical eggs
I pour my heart you cop it in kegs
I drop a verse fully fuck up your fung shway
The pump sway like
talk about plans, you gon steal play
Really gotta drop the
Toxic mutha fuckas
Every time they come by, turns into a ruckus
Mind been so high, pockets
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
You're now tuned into the mu'fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah
You're now tuned into the mu'fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
someone had told me before
Playing a short album or you on All Saints Day
Kind of My thing
Playing an album for you on All Saints Day
The Gateway's my
the opposition it was just entertainment
Hope you stop and listen don't wind up in the pavement
Turned into a Christian and my hope is when I'm praying
Hoping you
When I was in that jungle we was toting all sticks
You talking beef I'm getting cars flipped
Have a nigga screaming out ooh awe shit
The album coming
you act like I ain't lean on that fence too
But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I'm into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that
you act like I ain't lean on that fence too
But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I'm into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that
But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I'm into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga
to just to pop
We buying bottles, pouring into other places
Sent her home, you still cute, but you tasteless
You ever watch the mask fall off their faces
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
wack, looking at my shoes in my videos
The back of my album cover, and stealing my marketing plan
Like you inventing something new to the company
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
could provide
That's why I stay by your side
You know you can't hurt my pride
Shake the snow globe on its side
Had to read it in the guide
This that stuff
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
partays
Had to push a couple vacations back on layaway
But it was alright cuz you made it work out anyway
And it's by the grace of God that you standing
the #@%!$
And you say: this world is getting stupider every day
These are the days that matter
Active stagnation
Interactive starvation
Forever ever Ever ever
smile plastered on or do you have it naturally
cctually I'm just knowing this the matrix in reality
So ain't no way that I'm getting misplaced by
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