Lyrics:
one tomorrow
But I bet they make 'em look brand new
At the dealership, when yo' ass gets laid off
And now everybody wanna call
But never even really
the weed
Window down jive talkin
Bout that move in OC
Once you noticed
What was up and that
You couldn't flee, caught
A knuckle end up
Sleeping merrily
heard is what they guessin
Unless it came from me
absurd I been flexin
Stressing
Bout the things In my reflection
I been seein more attention than
what?
Like it was dumb and didn't make no sense?
That what the boy tryna told everybody
Man! That ain't what he talkin' bout
Man, I'm tryna tell you
niggas packin'
No crackhouse got it crackin', one life bitch take a crack at it
No punchline 'bout crack addicts, too unique I'on't repeat shit that
back
So I gave dat nigga the cold shoulder
He don't like talkin bout his problems
So he sip out that cup, he like to pour up dat cough syrup
Late night
know how we rockin'
All through the cold nights, by the pole light I'm grippin' my shotty
He made a diss 'bout my lil' brother
I thought that you blue
about bass talkin bout jewels ass and cash to drool over
Type to turn fool over
I just want to win and win and win and win and win times infinity
Drop ten
blown
Talkin bout my cover
Yes, oh no
Still feel Misunderstood for everybody who streamed that shit
You a real G and you worth it
One day
Imma be
half eight
Man talkin' bout beefin
All I see is man tweeting
Ting from Kilburn said she want children
So you better get on your knees then
Them man
fucking God I fear not
Bruh came through with a brand new wrist watch
I'ma make the bitch suck dick till ha jaw lock
Too paranoid everybody might get popped
it's cool, we ain't cool
I got brand new shoes let me make no moves
I ain't gotta run twos but I can't let go of this tool
If I had a bitch by me then I
The whole world's talkin' 'bout
How I'm your stand by Santa Claus
But ooh, your kisses thrill me,
Sure love your angel eyes
The devil in you kills me,
But I
on my toes
The whole world's talkin' 'bout
How I'm your stand by Santa Claus
But ooh, your kisses thrill me, sho' love your angel eyes
The devil in
run
And that choppa look pregnant whenever it tote the drum
Send that boy straight to heaven he talkin' bout uppin' guns
Tryna keep to myself and build
- talking]
Yeah I meant it when I said we was done man
Everybody keep talkin like they don't think I'm serious man
We done with the legacy, we done
the glean this what I mean
Aint talkin bout cardi
They say that we too young and ignant but they the ones that's listening
Sons of Abraham raise the banner
law, law
I ain't talkin' 'bout Shaq shoe, that shit that I stand on
I put this on my grandma, law, law, law
Hard times made me
I wanna leave
Which is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Knicks play basketball, hear me talkin' 'bout
Checkbook, credit cards, mo' money
Than
now
Say I got the weakest puns then wanna bite my style
Calling everybody out, guess you can say I'm wild
If you building up a house, I'm finna year it
Husain
When he strapped to a bomb in a plane
And that confrontation I'm hatin'
When rappers bringin' their faces
I spit on that I kill all that
Oscar P
Don't shoot at the legs man
We shootin' at everything above the neck
We aiming for headbands
Don't want to talk if it ain't 'bout a check
Come get me
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Let me take you on a trip
(Whoaaa)
Let me take you on a trip
You might be with them, but you thinkin bout me
If ya don’t know by know, But I am ya G-O-D
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