Lyrics:
'm wide awake
It's just too good to be true
That's what I'm thinking when I'm loving you
Lay down every evening and your by my side
Staight from above
I preach my dear friend
You're about to receive Long John Barleycorn
Nicotine and the temptation of Eve
Ha ha ha
Wear your love like heaven
'm the artist and the manager so i get the extra payments
Yall ain't productive, y'all don't want it for real
I'm from a mindset you really work as hard as you
on Scales, I wanna make it to the heavens
But I was out here tryna make some sells
And mummy told me only time would tell
I know I like me a little buss down
gone, yeah, that's the vision
Spice it up, I'm in the kitchen
Got the Ghost, but I write the writtens
Write it all out like a transcript
Demons out
falls down,
And the love I had to give before his I heard now, I heard now.
Every time that I'm with you, it feels just like heaven,
Anytime I look
it
I came here unexpected, I'mma leave a legend
Brought up in this hell
How I'm breathing heaven
I swear I fear I hear my
Niggas laughing while I
can not standby
Watching her as just walk by
Excuse me miss do you have time
To sit down and drink some wine
And I bet you now that you mighty fine
But
and fame
You start to sink, they gain acclaim
Try to push us down but they will fail
Cause we have come to blaze a trail
I got a little spice of cinnamon
In
payment of my island
Pull up to the show, we get violent
Infatuated by the cultivation growing inside your mind
The best of times, can't find no one
Since we talking money let's spice it up
Everything brand new when I pull up
Back to back Rover trucks
Cost a couple bucks
I been getting money
Ain't
tough, but they ain't rowdy rough
I like the type to ask me if I even had enough
Cus when I'm down to fuck
You need to give it your all
But the harder that
reality happy I stopped
Letting niggas ruin my world impressed by niggas trying to school this baby
Girl I was fucking too early
15 knowing money was
the ceremony
pass down the art to the chillen
a great artist delivers
I'm Deener
From open air markets to brick and mortar
Pipeline to porter
I can get you
'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
Spice motherfuckin 1
2Pac Eiht from Compton's Most Wanted and Ice T
so let the gangsta team begin
[Havoc ]
Gnaw on a dick
(Welcome back to the ghetto)
(Spice 1)
Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play
Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay
Goin' dub for
the pavement
Ten toes down
So I feel like a caveman
On time is how I like my payments
A dime, my shawty is the greatest
She don't take shit but give me shit
your things and come places
But instead I'm bored and frustrated
Not enough in my payslip
Wanna get big payments from playlists
I could write u a hundred
bout them payments
So tell me what y'all saying
If the lyrics hit bet I went way in
Stop calling my phone know you playing
Give me some time
Give me some
stops and stares at my baby
When she's walkin' down the street
People passin' by just look at my baby
Cause my baby looks so sweet
You know she's
And now my follicles are flowers
Blooming out the back of my head
They'll pollinate
Hue saturate
Then dangle dangle
Down
Dead
I've got shit to say
some backwoods
And let's get shit faceted
I been on a sprint chasing
Bars for the whole fam nigga making sprint payments
Send it to my mama only time
We can sit by
And let others cry
And still wish them well
Not only are there
Late payments piling
But sleep, so beguiling, I know
Oh, oh
Ready, set, go
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