Lyrics:
Everybody aint the head
Aint nobody at the tail &
Anything is success
Except a fail
That's for real nigga
Stay in ya own lane
How you gone be a 5
Talking bout
checkin' for my name in the BBM
I used to want a all black Beamer then
She don't really know how I seen her then
The west coast light, she ain't seen it
and fame
Never snitchin', ears itchin'
Feds mention my name
Mr. Abel Mr. Kane stay true to the game
If it ain't about the paper we just can't understand
is what I predict
A future where am high without being an addict
Thank God am now prophetic
Black psychic body athletic
I used to be so horrific
Now I
used to be in that Coupe
Really hangin', I'm hangin' with Mr. Cooper
Had that Bun B and Pimp C playin', fuck is you sayin'?
These drugs, you wan' try?
ain't perfect I got problems I ain't innocent
A lot of people talk about me, but they ain't witness It
They don't know my life or my story, so let me
Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
So abide by
Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
So abide by
I keep my life in a lime light, pap lights, award shows, red floors, booji bars
Yes its what I'm meant for
And we ain't quite the same as we used
you could die from a love overdose
I really liked it
But you threw it away
Now I'm just trash
Imma be on my way
This plastic ain't biodegradable
One
the king, get him a King Palm
They askin' what the cost to be a boss, cause I paid it off
Mr. Myogi, wax on, uh, wax off
If you say it, better say it with
No matter what I doing, girl you always on my mind
Thinking bout our future we gon always have time
Bonnie to my Clyde, like we partners in crime
if they moving you backwards they gon' leave when it all folds
Just telling you what I know, off experience ain't no jokes
Them niggas riding with you
bring two
We gone be here for a while, it's just me and you
Hard to pay attention cause my mind is undressing you
Baby let me tell you what it is
Let me
the odds of being a real nigga be realer than a fake
I'm trying to break generation curse, I feel the future really need it
It's like our women being the men
leave me on unopened
You ain't really got to block me
Used to help me with the lotion
So I'd never get too cocky uh
Love it when they watch me
Used
that's some shit I know for sure!
Allá de dónde somos death be creeping by the door
People will take a life to get what they can't afford
I seen some
day
It's because of them what, no I'm not finna say it
But you get the picture I paint
Yeah shorty be tweaking, aye shoutout to Sabo
He know I been
And they used to always tell me, "You ain't nothin' special" (woo)
Damn it, you done took it to another level (yeah)
I was patient, you was dangerous, I
I don’t be fuckin wit niggas
Said he beef but he really a burden
Nigga I’m plotting a mil
If you see any of yo future it’s murder
You ain’t hitting
Ay, yeah, ay, ay, let go
Ha, yeah, I got some G for it
Call me Mr. Run it up, give a dick, she ain't had enough
Niggas be cap, I'ma call they bluff
I push songs
Yeah I used to be there
Now I am so gone
I fired myself
Found a job myself
Established my name
Then I signed myself
And what I
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
What? (just shut the fuck up) Huh? (just shut the fuck up)
Headstrong, dead calm, Dead by Dawn
Dead weight, they dead wrong, let's get it on
Twelve
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