Lyrics:
shit off the top of the top, what the fuck I'ma do with a lid?
We don't do limits, my money ain't timid
I spend it and double it back with some interest
to the master
So I gotta move faster
Time runs slowly
You still don’t know me
Blow me
12:45 on a weekday
On a east train
He been up all night
Glock 29 in his
never bite my tongue
This is what some long nights have done
Bitin', to me
Don't even sound like it might be fun
Start with a change of heart
And save all
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
He Don't Love You (Like I Love You)
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Yeah! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don't try this at home yo.
Yo yo yo
Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties
Some days I just don't feel it (don't feel it)
Some days I want my days to pass right by and change my
The EP first, now followed by an album
This a piece of my soul, a body of work, more than just a little something
Been a year full of drops, full
right, knock him out left and right, bitch, it's fight night, he gon' see the lights
Ima play it like a player, talk my shit cause I don't care, Brodie's
I don’t mean to be dishonest
I don’t mean to be dishonest vavy
I don’t mean to be dishonest honest
I don’t mean to be dishonest vavy
I don’t mean
dysfunctional by nobody
Well, nobody knows yet
I don't think
Nobody's noticed
I hope… Wish
But no I'll never hold breath
I don't picture old images holding
But
fucking beat, yeah
And a bank account with a high score
I want to be blinded by the spotlight
And go deaf from the cries of the crowd
I wanna drop albums
Like a Hooters chick
A lunatic
That's too legit
I want to quit
But I'll just get
A threat by myself
While I'm by myself
Looking at a belt
Wondering how
album
Sike I'm playing
But really what would I be without em
They the future of this earth when I'm not around
I'm thugging by my lonely I ain't hanging
with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river
She say my heart cold I'm naming my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys, damn, what a memory
didn't know where my life was going
Now Fast forward 10 years to my life today
You'll see a man on the mic that's living day by day
I'm just paving
someone else thats something I don't believe in
I wanna take the fast route, I wanna do the rap shit
My lyrics they be mad hot, my head is gettin massive
I
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
All day and night I grind survive
In line get mine that's what I do
All day and night I grind survive
In line get mine love what I do
All day
get big off the rap yeah I might
But I won’t forget my bros faces, or the town where I spent most nights
Still post up round street
By now it’s all
food for thoughts cuz by the time
I'm done with these beats you're gonna need Atkins
I could see your mouth watering
That's why I bought you a pack full
deliver more truth through mics
Keep the youth right, don't give a fuck who you like
Through day and night, the pain restrain
For the fights
"You're a fuckin' snob
I've been standing around and observing you all night
With your dyed black hair
You think you're too cool for school, don't you?"
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