Lyrics:
the game
they suffer from delusions of grandeur
Don't get caught with your pants off (don't)
Now we run hard, you got extorted 'cause you ran soft
Hole
Cable I'm Still Charged
Potato Wedge No Barrel Sauce
Balance Beam that Evil Good
Busters say I'm Acting Hard
Dave em like a Burna Boy
You get Funny wit
stone
Every track fixing to get clicked like a metronome
Facts know that I got your back like a stethoscope
Real rap hop up on wax just to set the tone
even wanna take Fourners
I could be home or away
I still apply pressure on corners
When I get bored I look at my stack
And I thank the lord
I could
show me my opponent
Sometimes I get in my feelings wishing that Steve Durk was home and
I know a nigga made it turned his back on all his homies
I told
crack back in the eighties
I was born healthy (mm)
We ain't have too much at all, I wasn't born wealthy
I thank God for keeping me alive until my mom's
I see specters in my reflection, send me directly to corrections
The collective turns records to wreckage in less than several seconds
Triple sevens
okay
Check how bloody it get, okay
Pussy nigga can't spin back, no way
I'ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave
Steady spendin' money and it's coming
please, get into the vehicle
I stop at Dave's ave.,
Figure out vehicle-brother, to give me a ride
"sorry, Charlie" was a coming reply
I didn't forget
one more year a nigga getting paid
On my disco shit baby girl that's the wave
You ain't get no bitches Wit a name like Dave
On my disco shit baby girl
trade that for a warm bed and a place I can call home
Will ya get that restless yearning when you hear the wicked blast
Of a specter from the past
Lunchtime Friday, leave work early
Rushing through the suburbs to the station to catch the train
Heading up to town to Dave's to get my glad rags
get this....most of the song's written, get to Jersey, boom!
Oh, by the way, when we first arrived in Jersey, the first place we went to was a place
just got it
Back then I got chased by feds, I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit
I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs
It trigger my trauma, I
is so much doper than my life been
I don't got that type of money, I don't got that finance
She's like, why you so lazy trying to get by
Back before
a rock and a hard place, I am
Thinking I wouldn't fuck y’all up, well, I am
I gotta get my shit off
My style come from Devin The Dude, Kurupt too
And James
say that after every album
I'm sittin' here back in Enfield
I been workin' on this thing for like nine months now
I barely left my home, stopped
and Chris
Runnin' down full court
Fast break offense guaranteed they're gonna score it
Tryna get the quick point guarded by no one
They could get it Tim's
the mountains, it's no joke
I used to break weed 'til cuzzy the cook cook
So I been on the mots', I don't know when I'm back home
And mummy begs me, stop
the Hemi
I be runnin hoes like Luke in Miami
So I hit her gotta get the half of my jimmy
I don't mean to pimp that hard, it's just in me
Got a sick flow
to cali ship it back get by the package
But i gotta track it get it over night
Can see my chain dancing even on a snowy night
He tried to screw me had
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
scooped up by this roughneck from Cuba?
We do maneuvers like Super Dave, always with a group of babes
Sayin "Mami's out" like Sugar Ray
Cause Cuban Link
in the way that you must
All specters are haunted by their own lack of trust
When you're all out of time, there's nothing but space
No hunting, no
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