Lyrics:
Look
Silenced by the the lords and the lambs
Just wanna walk in the room and have people know who I am
Dreams of a big house and owning me some land
a play
Hard ta...keep it real
Ian...tryna be fake (Yea
Blinded by the hate (Um
Reminder say ya grace
I'm... surrounded by my slimes
But no I won't snake
the door/looking at the same things with different eyes /I recognized by how she said hi she had been compromised/love is love always /you transgressing don't negate
get it again
Pop um then i finish it off with an amen
This shit in my blood its all under my skin and i came wit the drip like a whale dorsal fin
Got
This is gonna be hard for me
Um, I'm gonna call this uh, dear dad
Okay
This goes out to you pops
Dear Dad
I really miss you man
You didn't get to see
get most pop culture references
And I can tell you random shit like
Britney Spears was born December 2nd, 1981
I love P!nk, Ariana, Kacey, Nicki
like you Timmy
'Cause nina with me is like Vicky, if you wanna pop up
Get put in the box like he jack
I'll fuck on your bitch, yeah, I'll give her
the statements
Fuck the law
Walk a thousand miles for my dogs
Never pause
Watch us pop off and spawn
They applaud
Plot start a bond
Seen em jock
Eyes like a hawk
Yeah man
Imma fall, you see I can't (um)
Imma funk, when I ain't home
Imma sip on this Airborne
Imma fuck, bitch I'll share it too
Camouflage on my
either shot for straight As or shot a deep three
While real Gs pushed Lana Del Rey and G-Eazy
They pushed keys, not the keys that's pushed by Stevie
to, um, fuck it
I'm about to flip this shit
Told me I was tripping, so I had to go and flip the script
Fuck a bitch, run up a bag and now I'm finna pop
can't fly till you lighten your load
Victorious from situations that's meant for corruption
Ain't convinced by the verbiage, it's more than that to loving
Two needles, headphones and four condoms"
Woman #1: My iPod, my wallet, my lipstick
Woman #2: One phone, the response
For the party, um, let's see
I cop
Two pair
New shoe uh
The bad bitches like looking at me
Ummmm
I work a weekend for my goop
Uh
I'm sixteen so I earn it tax free
Um
I stay sick
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
yeah
Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck
It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf
And I did it by myself, uh
Bitch, you got a complaint?
mean I-I didn't had a pops!
I mean, like, so many people can relate but like
It's still individual when it happen to you
When he's told his
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My
Rocka')
(The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka')
Well um, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk
Whew! And it's smellin' up the hip-hop
off)
The Prada slippers, jewelry glisten, pull up, half the roof missin'
Ruth's Chris, stuffed chicken gettin' fed by two bitches
Tyin' up the loose
by me like a mommy saying, “He still can”
Any time you think of my son, think of a tan
Cause he will leave a mark like my name bue can
Damn I ain’t
see me, my time is now
It's the franchise, Boy, I'm shining now
You can't see me, my time is now (Yeah)
Um, it's gon' be, what it's gon' be
Five
at least
About five to six times, tryin' find a way to
Slide in to my busy schedule she say and what's
Up for the day but um, being the player that I
Am
your attitude G
Listen to me, the judge seein your case is a thirty-three degree
Maybe you can find your pops, a thirty-three degree
And see if you
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