Lyrics:
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
Hey that's Mxnace
Wet
This is just fucking hold-over
This is a throwaway
He-gang
Run up on yo bitch I'm like ugh (Like ugh)
Fucking with my clique
All I have to say is
Baby run away
Run away
Baby run away
Run away
Baby Run away
Run away
Make me
Feel like I’m lost in some world
Stop holding those
He saw
Maybachs and bentlys and all
Swerved out the coup and start flexin not one on my flaws
Diamonds and Rollies and all
Run up the numbers my whole
a big bag coming soon as I
Touch it you know ima Run it up
I was outside I had to go get my Numbers up
Bitch ima slide if you ain't
Gang you ain't One
crowns
Get it in by 3 (yeah)
Baller of the week
See dollars when I sleep
Yeah on designer sheets
Yeah I'm on one
300 on the album
Niggas say I'm foul
Nigga
by June
And all the good old days will be gone under the moon
But for now I
Pull up as senior and I'm bout to run the school
And since I run the joint
or an album
How 'bout both instead
And man, I feel like Carti
Pull up on him, see whole lotta red
Preach up on they corpses
That lil' Ted Talk run and dip
yourself
Celibate, well I got married
A felon from hell brought out his wings
Now I'm growing every day out my shell
It's time to pop up
This album coming
Bodies make a quota
Interstellar soldier
Pull a drive by in a rover
Tell that pussy boy come roll up
Bitch I flip a bag of coca
Catch a dot no polka
you gonna
shine man It's just what it is, see I gotta bring it
back Every time me and D say hop up on a track
He gets lost and he's lost by the things
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
asks me for a verse again, it'll be my hardest one yet
Then I was out in Accra
Media run for my album, it's turnin' into a mess
If you turned in you
goodbye
Momma I just wanna’ fly
God run right through my soul
Evil roaming in the sky
Repent for my life
Or do I have to scream and cry
I sin don't ask me
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I run rings around your crew like a track star
So stay back far
You better understand who the macks are
A brand new invention
(uh)
If you're brain's the same you'll stick to your deals
And this field ain't about sellin' a mil'
With the run of the mill, so just be tellin'
the power
And my time left to record is ticking by an hour
Don't expect my album to be as sweet as a flower
And if you say it's bad you must be on that
thoughts by my window
In a black dress
Death chillin in da corner wit
A blunt lit
Planning on my death
They gonna kill me for da sun set
Gotta get it how u
The good dying young young young young
Expanding Club 21 one one
Shot four times then by a SUV overrun run
Turn argument over a watergun gun gun
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
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