Lyrics:
My drip a lil different my closet expensive
Eva way i go out gotta watch where you step
Cause a nigga been shittin
Dey all on my ass cause im bip bip
my pocket
This shirt holds everything me, I got vintage in my closet
Don't act out of pocket, you act funny like the office
Take an L like Samuel
to works and for my dreams come true
I know, i'm wrong, i can't say no
More crazy than a painting by Van Gogh
For me is not easy to go out of control
I'm
spit in the closet
No drip from the faucet
So don't expect me to flex
Expect me to be going for necks
With my deck and my decks of my trap cards
So polar from the ordinary it's sort of scary
Got to blow for I go to that mortuary
Got my baggage I don't no more to carry
Time is ticking and I got
‘cause there’s a missing fit
Hoodie draping over my girl, no coincidence
Success is my cologne so the dry cleaning she skipping it
Checking off the boxes
I've been thinking bout cleaning out my closet
Or taking a vitamin
Drinking some water
Doing my stretches or calling my mom
Checking under my bed
Not
dead weight 6 feet beneath me / I’m clearing skeletons out my closet if you tryna reach me / still dusting naysayers off like spring cleaning
I’m aging
about to makeover my soul
Cleaning out my closet for the first time
Having just a little Him and me time
I'm about to makeover my soul
I don't have
seasoned by they're never cold
At home I drink mostly coffee
My closet's choke full of t-shirts from 2015
My choice of airline is thrifty
I never learned how
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some f- one
"Ouch, what the f- you hit me for?"
Screamed life as I
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one
"Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"
Screamed life
smoke
This for my dogs who stood by when I was broke
And everyone who had me penciled in as a fucking joke
I came out on some weak shit
Didn't get
I know that they hate it
Compete with my pockets
I'm growing they racing
A hoe never want you it's money they chasing
My chance it was given by god
sipping Boosie Juice, and I'm still in college
I got that Boosie Juice, hidden in the closet
Im spilling Boosie Juice, all on my foamposites
‘Cause bitch
Holdin' my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Holdin' my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Holdin' my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter
To not come and speak
busy, cleaning a clean slate.
Oh.
Ahh, hoping to find what's mine,
So I can lead a full life,
Use a knife,
And dig in like a cannibal.
Out for,
For
alone together
No this can't go on forever
There's so much work to do
Cleaning up this place
All those souvenirs
Taking up closet space
She
Making love by the fire getting carpet burns
You in her arms and winter in a snow jar
Pouring out her mind living in her mess
Staining your embrace
I knew this song by that crew Mobb Deep
So I used it, my brother produced it, new shit
Set me up so I could flow like a cruise ship
And tell this
bitch on a private vacation
Can't do what I do yeah I feel ya frustration
Drippy lil nigga but back to the basics
Shop in my closet man issa bodega
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