Lyrics:
the accent
I'm allergic to fractions, I need all of my backend
Need a real ass bitch, give a fuck bout a nigga
Whole gang Gucci, keep a Lil Pump for you niggas
my brand but I've barely begun
Look at my plans and how carefully they're done
Yeah
So they better be great
Aint no pressure we straight
Bout my
purse like its hot, I'm pickin it up like its not
Stayin fresh in brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new hoes
Keepin one on every block, she fuck up
to make a fist.
Everybody die, gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside.
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas
into me
People be talking bout how they will disagree
Ima be talkin bout how I want more
They will be talking but I will ignore
Spreading my past
Making
man John right there, man
(I just want to see more life from you, you got alotta music out there
Everybody running around talkin' bout, they this Unit,
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
and swallow
Look I been living my life
Bullshittin’ when I write songs
Especially talkin’ bout havin’ ice on and I
Could barely keep my lights on
Niggas played
meals
Talkin bout ways we would share a deal
If it arose and how we would feel
Now we Own the label this shit is real
Catchin moves after caught in
thoughts naked mind
Stranded like an atom
Calligraphy writings on
The walls like a caveman
Pytho snakes and ladders
Lemme take it back to heaven
Don't you
up in the middle of the night, and got you outta here, quick
And you need to stop runnin'
Stop, stop runnin' nigga
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I had to sit back and take it all in
This the type of shit everybody don't get to see
Talkin' crazy to me and I'm all ears
You can have anybody,
and a brand new Gat
Standing my ground and I got my crown nigga how bout that
Yea
Real nigga been thru some real thangs
Nigga I'm so great that should be my
eye is on the sparrow
Freed me out of Egypt, the world was my pharaoh
By Christ, I made it out alive, undeserved though
Brand new enemies all kinfolk
walk the land
Everybody got it cheap and touch the tan
I own really wanna speak fuck ya mans
I own care bout ya hoes ya love for ass
We here ta build
That brand new whip go zoom
I don't play by the rules
No I'm not verified, but I been counting checks that’s blue
I'll score on all you niggas hit my
I got a brand new car
I got a jazz guitar
Welcome, everybody
Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
Steady out with my knee, plenty
I got a brand new car
I got a jazz guitar
Welcome, everybody
Thank you a lot for coming, it means a lot to me
Steady out with my knee, plenty
Money man
Counted hunninds
Livin lavish
Thinkin bout who gone stick around
Til the end
Reminiscin on the past and the ones who didn't last
Tryna
I'll kill a glass of water
Everybody eat
Ain't nothin' pie 'bout me
I'm who you pussy negus tryna be
Dyin to be, negus talkin' down they should be
the booth
Talkin' bout drugs, you ain't never moved, talkin' bout guns, you ain't never used
That's what they want us to do, so I'ma show em that I'm better
appreciate life til their gone
I mean, alotta situations can be avoided, you just gotta avoid it ya dig
Jus don't be one of them people I'm talkin bout, ya
brothas
I ain't talkin bout no pickup
No time for games everybody need a Getup
Bently truck in the front don't let my Semi getcha
Blood bottom shoes
I was
Yeah I'm up now
And everybody frontin on me cuz they know ya girl is on now
I just take my time steady grind so you know I can't stop now
I ain't
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