Lyrics:
Christian, so the white boy practicing Judaism, They united on the facts, there ain't no melanin in him
Don't call me black, no more, call me Gold, Moses
veg no salmon
Lil Bob Marley we jamming aye
I don't really give a fuck what your man say
None of that shit can really affect me
Niggas be talking but
shine
Don't let the literati break you down
Walking into Billy Bob's in pinstripe pants, holding court with the party crew
They call me city boy
blessed by an eskimo medicine man. It's cold.
Yes it's always cold, that's why it's so special.
So you better never ever call boy, just cause you saw
stealing second and third and looking home peeping greedy now
See me now, people call me speedy now
Known for running the quickest miles
hit and run in
peeping greedy now
See me now, people call me speedy now
Known for running the quickest miles
hit and run in any town, any ground
Rules 'fore I hit it,
Disturb when them demons call (Demons Calling)
They tell me remain humble don't forget the struggle (Don't Forget It)
I love my pain slept in the rain
Tryna be the next Drake just Joshin
You can call me the Asian Logic
Young Sinatra under pressure Logic
Peepin the roster y’all don’t have me
That’s right
All I can jump are the fires you've lit
Yet you have the cheek to call me the arsonist
Would be the most amazing opening line of a poem
But
Vado:
Uh, I'm so cool, plus speak fly
You don't even hear the vroom when I breeze by
I see why, SLR, me and G-Y (slime)
Can't stop, hit the horn at least
on your own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, you can tell by the tone
Gotta lotta women waitin' by they phone all alone
But I'm here for ya
When I get
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
the viper
And when I touch the mike i'm trying tro make these boys feel it
And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it
Sip the eight, don't spit
(grraow)
Mama hit me on my cellular told me that Quavo got caught by the coppers (fuck)
They say they've been investigatin' and Migo Gang we connected with
heep of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw call him Leather Face
I'm headed
those kids who tried to rob Goetz
You don't know what I'm sayin? Yo check it
Give me any microphone and god dammit I'll wreck it!
I'm coldblooded I'm
when I'm in your face, I'm just Gettin By
Feels like I don't fit any place, don't know why I try
Don't know how I've fallen from grace. Still try-in da
talking 'bout no money tell him "bye, bye, bye" (boy bye!)
And if you see a mad hoe tell her "hah-hah-hah"
Hey! Don't get mad hoe, get a bag hoe
Don't
a stick
Like ya boy Sidney Crosby
Smoke a lot of bud
From my dog
Yeah, Tommy
Going all in
I don't know who can stop me
I be up in fleetwood
You know where
, had to put them shit on skates, yeah
sliding on the beat, I call it Crosby, let me lace, up
talking ain’t gon’ cut it, gotta show me what you made
The ones who answered the call from the beginning
I mean this from my heart, I'm positively certain
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have
basketball
You can call me Too, don't say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely polite
Too $hort, Too
don't know how to act
But I'm tellin' them, baby, bye, fall back
He's so good, and he knows how to love me
But so hood, and he's so heavy in
don't know how to act
But I'm tellin' them, baby, bye, fall back
He's so good, and he knows how to love me
But so hood, and he's so heavy in
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