Lyrics:
choosing me
Foreign punches
Made a killing off of 2 of these
I'm talking 2 a piece
Hit Sacks for the newest sneeks
This shit getting dramatic
Bitches waving
Its just me vs the world girl you don't know bout me
In my room by myself instead of being rowdy
Put their call on decline just want some peace
like Bonnie and Clyde
Killing these curses, no, I ain't a slave, we just taking these reigns and we breaking all ties
No, we don't play 'bout the truth,
paper stacks, put staples through 'em
So I can keep my money together
Some die-hard fans just don't want it like, "Put Pos back on it"
I'm back
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
don't wanna see me win, they rather see me in a hearse
I remember all those days when I just prayed this shit would work
Put my heart into this shit, but
or Howard
But who the fuck is you to judge when you don't even know me
Bitches in my dms shooting shots like they was Kobe but this shit old like ginoblee
My daddy told me count them riches well
Cause if you don’t, then niggas lurkin gon be rish as hell
If you ain’t giving to your city, that’s when
shorty that is something you will never see
Feelin' sum like Knockz, cause I came in by My Lonely
They told me speed it up, I slowed it down, put that onna
lame
I don’t want the change and I just
Want the dollar slashing these niggas call me
Mufasa Talking that shit we
Grab by the collar
I got it you want it
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the shrimp back in an aquarium
You look like a new Covid variant
I'm in the sea bed, you got no real depth
That's why they put you in Terraria
Spare me from
is
Both a gift and a curse
Swear to God, you don't wanna test me
You gon' get murked
‘Cause I'm nice in the day
But I'm a killer in the moonlight
These
they sip 'Cris and Henny
I write these life lessons and spit just what's in me
Be big like Dikembe, here to Japan is what my plan is
Put money right
kid
My observations are unlimited, the government finished
Mc I'm a good citizen but they don't want me as a friend
Fuck it! soon I'm start to pack gap
her to France
Paving the way, save me a dance (Yeah)
Deep in her soul, know by the eyes
Stared at it once, ran it back twice (Two times)
Know that it
Britney (uh)
I really don't get me (uh), I really won't get me
Yeah
I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin' to be fucked with (yeah)
I think
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas
[pimp c]
I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
I get
speaks]
Luda: Back up on da scene, back to put a nail in these rappers' coffins I got the hammer in my jeans,
Call me Mr.Fixit, barrel hotter than
the...
M!-O, N, E-Y (x8)
Verse 1: Fusway Jones
(Whatcha Say Sway) Finicky, finicky, i pull up in a Titan remember me
Had to get them folks outta my
that underseen by you that's still recruiting me
Damn
I don't wanna go
I'm asking for help but its hidden in my flows
No one sits back and rhymes like
Meet me by the golden gates
Make no mistakes
I'm independent like the United States
Be on time cos I'm never late
J U N I O R
Got plans of touring
all in my bed
And that twat Leaks no Nee Nee
She say I do too much
I don't give a fuck, I flex off GP
I'm tryna get paid by the minute
I can't live how
got the time to lay it down
They want me to wine and dine
I’m chasing money by the mile
These niggas are real cowards
Everywhere I go
My haters they
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