Lyrics:
Spent time feelin' inferior standing' in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways, but I came out lookin' just the same
Daddy said, son,
Spent time feelin' inferior standing' in front of my mirror
Combed my hair in a thousand ways, but I came out lookin' just the same
Daddy said, son,
cross with no lights they still glisten
Momma told me they would cross my ian listen
I got in my zone I'm counting up cheese like provolone
She gone
it costing (What it cost?)
She said do you have feelings I never caught them (No)
I cant trust anybody they double crossing (Cross)
Man look at the way
By the way that you move, i could sense, you a suspect
You a rat, walk on your fours, yeah boy you a suspect
You the first to be telling, godamn you
and do the lil bop thing
Danana seeing how you do it
Danana watchin all the ways you move
I see you up in London, I'll catch you soon in Michigan
Take
the stage
High school going in I ain't get to cross
The stage then I met John Raye
ct the time a substitute
Come to find out had Stu
& I had a track to lay
you by
plain to see
if that's the way
don't be afraid to get up and leave me
i could break it
if it don't mean that much
sliding in the wrong
and that's a regular day
For that independent rap shit, I'm paving the way
They hatin' the way that I'm bathing in Ape
Plus I'm coming for your neck, better
see you cross the room
Talking with some men
I love your mannerisms, babe
The way you handle them
Oh, I'm so proud to do you
So attracted to you
see you cross the room
Talking with some men
I love your mannerisms, babe
The way you handle them
Oh, I'm so proud to do you
So attracted to you
from this heartless melody.
I stood by watching you all commit murder
a young girl's dream, locked in a memory.
I watched you decipher all like nothing
the time, that's passing by
I hope you'll always be, you'll be forever
The way you are, the way you are
And if you leave, don't go too far
In your belief,
I'm an American, boys, and I've come a long way
Born and bred in the USA
So listen up close, I've got something to say
Boys, I'm buying this round
I'm an American, boys, and I've come a long way
Born and bred in the USA
So listen up close, I've got something to say
Boys, I'm buying this round
developed into a young Philosopher that dove heavily Into the art of music
I've put in 10,000 hours and counting and I find myself challenging my way
I'm a hood nigga
Where the streets ain't nothing good to ya
Tryna make a way
Live another day
Fucked up by a stray
Pray for better
I'm a hood nigga
the gang all on
Gotta go escalate
Pull up in an Escalade
Hater get an entry way yuh
Ima get a check today
Gotta go escalate
Hater in an empty lane
Ima get
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
the pain,
On the Day, from the grave, when You have Raised
In The Will of The Father
I confess I was Wrong, got me going way back to the cltar
Covered by
I go by this way of life
Everyday num um saying
Standin on my 10 man
Hustlin everyday tryna
Get to where I wanna
Be in life I wanna move
My folks put
me a barista
I be pouring bottles imma drink it by the litre
She always call me daddy when I call her mamacita
The way you keep on looking at me make
pain
In my demise, you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days
And outta darkness done graduated, made a way
stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they
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