Lyrics:
wasn't around, I was down on my luck
Now every day I be countin' it up
Screaming your name and they proud of you, huh
These niggas only be down when you
see
The day when I would calm down, you ain't heard
I've been known to clown and get around, that's my word
See you walkin' and you lookin' good,
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
see
The day when I would calm down, you ain't heard
I've been known to clown and get around, that's my word
See you walkin' and you lookin' good,
Everyday that goes by is another day I want you more
I'd give a million dollars to see you baby standin' at my door
I'll lay you down and tell you
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
out in Socrates' streets
Chest high talkin' wild 'bout how he was the one
'Til he learned, and got burned by the Goddamn sun
So the moral
at the Laundromat is convenient
But not very punk rock
My job is to arrange things
Created by other people
Capitalism is the most natural of all social systems
And pass it out to my clique
'Cause everybody know I'm rich
Everybody everybody everybody
Know I'm rich
Put the squad on my back (Squad)
Google maps
And pass it out to my clique
'Cause everybody know I'm rich
Everybody everybody everybody
Know I'm rich
Put the squad on my back (Squad)
Google maps
I swear I never gave attention to these
Clowns
I ain't gon back down
They wanna leave me on my back
chhnn
Money all over the floor
It got
Lynda on Tinder, she's an Italian
Oh wait, she's a baby mama? She didn't tell me 'bout that shit
Take her fuckin' baby and toss it down a cliff
I'm
it cool, my niggas cutthroat
Run it
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South
hu-umped me down, paged a nigga on my beepah.
As I continue to adjust the amps and bust the speakah.
My girl paged again, and again, and again,
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
to everybody but these are some of the things I like
Ayo ayo
Ayo ayo
My type yea my type
Yea we talkin bout my type baby
My type yea my type
Good impression
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
of course
Who rides a horse in Nashville? I might
I got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babies
M-80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket
Ay baby look here, this new song I wrote
It's got that nice groove that everybody dancin' to
And when I play it it kind of remind me of me and you
hu-umped me down, paged a nigga on my beepah.
As I continue to adjust the amps and bust the speakah.
My girl paged again, and again, and again,
them
That butterfly emoji hold me down and all my babies them (yeah)
Purple demon face one push away, he got the K on him
I broke bread instead
cannot work me no nine to five
I ran up them racks for a living
Try me, it's gon' be a homicide
Everybody gotta get it
I hear 'em screamin' they down
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