Lyrics:
she a
Hoe
Catch me rocking out at the
Shows
Yuh
Rockstar living life
You’ll fall in love with my vibe
Only by god I abide
I do what I can to survive
who you are
You can go far
You a shootin' star
Infinite potential
I'm speaking from a mountaintop, Moses
Sent by the one n only God, chosen
Carving out
to you
Why do stars fall down from the skies
Every time you walk by?
Just like me, they long to be
Close to you
From the day that you were born
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he bitchin'? Really about business
Pushin' 'bout couple of digit's
Stussy boy standin' the corner, yeah
Spinnin'
Volleyball
Mascot,
a llama by the name of Missy.
When the baby was ready,
the child was removed via cesarean.
It was a healthy baby boy, and he was named
of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Phantom, Bentley,
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I'm not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling, too
And now I'm
salt man out
He's getting peppered, standard
Top boy spitter in the game, that’s me
Worst spitter in the crew, that’s you
Top boy spitter in the game,
shots, I ain't mean to hit him
Still on hop out right, they get him
bruh had clicked up bad with the other side
I guess he dying with him
Scratch him up,
it's vital that
On this final lap
I done gave you so much game
That you'll rewind it back
Golden boy out the silver state
I don't fucking know much bout
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
out here know I'm only fucking with the bonnet grills
And the haters want to see me fall
How can I let y'all niggas play me
Shitted on their good
take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn your heat on
You hear them
envision
Pushing P, I push the piston
Pushing me, that's how I'm living
You'll never fall, boy you tripping
Trying to grow, I wrote "The Victim"
Villain
that for
Oh those old Rhodie photies
That spoke of all the golden days gone by
Oh those old Rhodie photies
Made me laugh but also made me cry
There was
a poet
Boy you a pirate
Flow stolen
I'm moving quiet
Tip toeing
I been overthinking now on the daily
I been out changing they no's into maybe's
Then
pockets on swell
The number one D-boy, Mr fishscale
I don't fuck around with snitches who tell
Put holes in your brain
Leave bodies to smell
I'm out here
and laughter
We gave away for free
After the fall
Way down the line
Our golden age of rock and roll keeps running through my mind
Out on the town
Out in
explanation
All he needs is a bad boy driver
To help him escape from the destination
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah
If you live by the gun,
same color as butter
When I ride by, niggaz be like damn I can't believe it's butter
Believe me dog I ain't never gotta spit
Iced-out grill that says
are you into it
Boy are you into this
Boy am I really the one
Have we ended or just begun
Lemme take a step back
Do I need to fall back
Lemme take
Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail
Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts
And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada
Like your father
and swallow the night
Praise the moon and worship the light
Golden calf
Am I sane?
Oh, I fall onto my knees
Time flies by
Work, eat, sleep
And you bend
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