Lyrics:
Velvet darkness stretching
Over an infinity of void
I'm spellbound by that blue-white marble
That used to be my home
And on my phones
That cheerful
Getcha bets settled, know that I don't mud wrestle
Won't pocket-check you wondering 'bout where the real fans at
You can tell by the mail, Zelle,
how
It's easy to spot the fakes
Just see who they surrounded by
I never would fold or shake
This one is for my ride or dies
Uh (Uh)
What's good bruhs,
(Chorus)
I like the way they doubt
Ya niggas feen for clout
Who gonna take the crown
My demons shut shit down
Who gonna step up now (x2)
(Verse)
who giving static
Bitch
Let's see who getting money since you niggas Rich
2k just for the striker only come out for a blitz
I seen that shit he said
I've had a shitty day and I fucking hate the eagles
Switch the station to static, sigh and shut it off
The panic attacks as I'm trapped in traffic
line
Yung as a bitch but a nigga wont waste time
Dont want static with me that's a shocker
Dont need the heat you get beat like pinatas
Keep me a auto
held up to his ear
A wooden cabinet door badly in need of oil for its hinge
The voice following it, closer and louder, accompanied by static not present
the towel sign off just give it up
You tried to beat me in a game that I made up
And by the time you learnt the rules and tried to change your fate
It's
the block
You know the lit niggas you'll find us in my favorite spot
And that's on
[Chorus 2x]
The front porch smoking reefa
The weed got 'em feelin
bitch count money till I get alrighted
And my belt by Louie, and your girlfriend shoes
And keep your eyes on a road before you crash like a computer
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna
with the head of a snitch then we outta here
[Chorus: x2]
Won rhyme for the snitch droppin' dime
Wontime
Won rhyme for the heads doin' time
Don't call my phone if you ain't tryna fuck
If she a ten then I might shoot it up
She said she lovе me when I'm in her guts
I know somе lifters, ooters
a valid rhyme
Live by the Bruce lee code it's never outta line
Don't care if you know 10,000 moves
It ain't no doubt in mind
I'm great cuz I practiced one
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
and acted in
Ways that deserve adjectives like honorable
Good and straight
But it's after 10 PM now and I'm bored
I watched a movie on the internet
Alone
Raining, raining, raining. Rain in sugar town. [Repeat: x 2]
A new day dawns across the tracks,
tile by tile the chimney stacks.
A city steeped
always on the move
When I
Crash into you
Wouldn't be on accident
It's just what's happening
Something between me and you
Took me by surprise
When I looked
don't like me.
I should go up in the bitch bustin.
But they got innocent by-standards..
that never did the click nuthin.
(Chorus 5x)
Da, daa, daa, daa
or nothin
Niggas straight hangin ten
Tryin to pull some skins till they competent
Gettin high of the chocolate thai
Come on and jump inside so we can take
beats
Cause when I'm twisting my dubs
Can't nobody compete
Imagine this:
A hundred G 'lex on your wrist
Imagine this:
About ten karrots on your
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