Lyrics:
I'm hardly resting bring my cheque please motivated by the funds
Something like chess play get my check mate we ain't in it for the fun
Pick up the mic
a hundred proof
been the same since day one i'm the truth
got here by hard working no fluke
i want my bank account fatter than a bruce bruce
in the winter
waiting there
An abyss so clear-headed with an alluring stare
And I know what it plans to do
It plans to take us by the hand and make a nice matte black
strap like Metal Gear
Take pride in da murder rate, dats another cold case
Expression of a cold heart come from a dark place
Cuffed by ah white cop
young sipping flows by the fountain
Need to save more change man
The game is always changing
Next thing you know you the OG that needs saving
Next think
see are these bands
You'll all try to ride in my Benz
I'm bout to lose all of my friends
But trust me I will not forget
My brothers who stayed by my
my shoes
Guitarzan felt a sting in his chest
Like he just got kicked in the shin
JoJo had stopped screamin' by now
Hypothermia settin' in
Guitarzan
Yeah, Bass baby, yuh
Ay, make a right by the chicken spot
Wait, look
Them niggas was clowns right
Told em to bow down twice
They don't like how that
You ain't no fluke
I gotta change for you
I wanna stay wit you
Can we meet after 2
I see my future wit you
I won't leave ever you
If a baby came
this instance to make myself bind
To the digital loop stop to recoup and regroup
Re-recording this time with the TV on mute
Lucky fluke when
Normality is a fantasy that's devised by ourselves
Actually, that's self-advice I tell when I need some help
Because I've been helpless in Hell
understand
Dallas boy wit the fxckin plan
We go to war untill the end
We fight a battle by the land
Settle our issues wit the hands
Big ol fam we love
don't know how many pre-rolls I done burned through
Let's get is straight like a perm, ooh
I ain't never faked, never turned fluke
My bit' come in
on pink ivory worth a couple Gs
Exports of snow flakes weigh a couple Kis
Met her connect wearing Vintage CHANEL pant suits
The wire tap led by Lester
head and I had to deflate it
Your chain is a fluke then you need to discard it
I ride my own wave I got water regardless
I'm done playing games with you
the consciousness
To be rejuvenated with a clearer and cleaner inner focus
Wasting your own life by hanging with toxic fellows
And people who are jealous of your
i steady got some blues
Hundreds, n 50s, blue hundreds 50s too
If she talking down on me, then that bitch fluke
Give a fuck what u sayin i'm chasing
live, we live like NBA
Locations NDA, no patience for BA
I graduate may so I'll stick around for it
First round pick, belt by round four
True bloodsport,
popularity couldn't fulfill me
Then God showed me He was all I needed
Used to think about ending my life
But by God's grace I'm still breathing
My way was
In there in the loop thinking all night
In by yourself with your hopes tied
People at the hoops they Hackeysack white
People from my land they be
Keep talking shit you'll get jumped like a jumpy rope
Bitch you aint high, you a fluke, you a flunky
Only serve boy to my fam and my junkies
Ey bitch,
the shrine
Day to day feel like automatons
Winning races, call it autobahn
Praise, knelt like its Ramadan
Feel my crown up under Sun
Weighing money by the ton
the shit to turn up to
Come on by we'll burn a few
Scrape the sky, enjoy the view
Catch the vibe and hit the stu
Had to grow and I grew
Told me to fly and I
their women hooked
Hollywood shook when he became their infatuation
You think Covid just a one-off fluke?
Forget internment camps, with nowhere to run off
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