Lyrics:
on building
Them boys just won't let go
Her house big like '90s clothes
Shit got an echo, echo
And I'm spacey, Kevin
Are we racing to heaven?
And I'm crazy,
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
Fell in love with the sound that I created word to Cupid
Had to take time away from being so ruthless
10 toes down and the Hands to the sky
Bring a house
Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold
pound n distribute shit by the ounces
Bitches loungin round the house it's gettin crowded wow
My boo be countin mountains of money for my accountant now
ain't
The feeling that I had before you took me right down
I ping you when I start to get a short high
Short amount of time before the birds fly by
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
, wrath
Wrath play house, is where it's all at
Through anything, album stay on my back, back
Can't reach the charts, with all this weight
Ain't dropping no
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
Daddy stood back and scratched his head,
puzzled by the question that she had.
Yes he did. He took a little black Bible in his hand,
began to read
the house
And you gon' have to pay me homie, I'm not leavin' this couch
Baby it's cold outside, we just sittin' by the fire
While the little duns is playing
energy we be putting into or
We gon' do this for our kids
But at that certain point
Your kid don't want a bigger room
Your kid don't want a bigger house
to my parent's house
And have dinner with me and my family
Tell me what you would do to make
That first impression really stick"
Let's see, uh,
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
Offset he got me high
That was right by the neighbors house?
Remember the time we broke in the neighbors house
That was our first paper route
Remember
and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
the tongues of angels and the tongues of men, wasn't any
Difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade, house on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
tour, dog, I cleaned house
They mad I made it, I'm so conceited
Feeling myself, ego masturbating, I graduated
After album five, I got syndicated, you
I'm heating up like cold pizza
Got an album coming, no features
I remember catching touchdowns with packed bleachers
Dropped out of college I was
And do nothing bout em
Until I reach the top
I'll make a killing at the bottom
Paranoid
And sometimes he be annoyed by everything round em
Feeling like
started to work
On my first album
No beats
Just rhymes
My head was crowded
I like to reminisce about dudes
I listened to
And still do
I listen
an album bout it
Got a lot of shit to say, but lately all my thoughts are crowded
It's hard to keep them in order if I could ever catch them
I think so
This shit was manifested by myself and many others
Shout out to Christian Pulisic
I see you J.D.
Seven, One, Seven
I'mma need more fingers just
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