Lyrics:
is my Adderall
Where the fuck is all my weed
Where the fuck did I leave my god damn wings
Your kids are your kids are in there tw... they're adults now
Get it with my flow
You dude be writing y'all don't go
Harder than me off the dome
Tell em about your life
Tell em how you came up
I came up in zone
foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell Uncle Sam I said
all I had to do was have faith in this shit)
And my chick, she waiting for me to touch down with a smile
(And I got baby girl faith in me)
Kept my head
I’m a hit you wit the check
Mate
You think that you can
Play me
You all up in my
Face
I see itp every
Day
I’m a hit you wit the check
Mate
myself from an enemy
Wait,
Just gimme a time and a date
Maybe fly out to the states
Talk about me to your mates
They hear my name and they know that your
20 bag of scag
Take it all in one go like an arsehole being fucked by a fag
And all my worries get washed away in an instant
Yo as soon as the rush
in the air
If it's on, put your hands in the air
We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air
See I'm keepin' all the party people in
and I've been thinking fuck the lot then
Why is it every single time I've gotta choose
Been through abuse and I've been left all by myself, its true
I've had
the streets of my city block in my damn hood
where niggas take your life for free like a canned good
I'm certified me and Flo Rida remain hood
betta state yo
funk on a Friday on my malware
In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway
Driveway
Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe
Ill bend flows when I go
From
as fakes,
For those who stuck by me over time I put yours over mine,
Don't have to speak your names you know my mind,
In this simple game of respect it's
the divine
State Sponsored Fortune Teller
Ask all the simple questions
I'll show you good directions
Leave all the money in the jar
Lee
Help me know about
Accepted en-mass
Don't be fooled by your own folly
Folly, that's all I heard when I've done no wrong
I changed the tune but it's the same song
Can't find
Happy Days
The track plays, I'm in the shades, singin a phrase
Livin lovin, lovin livin, it's all good
I'm lovin livin, it's all good
Livin lovin,
Yeah!!!
Well they want to hold me with wrongful suspicion
Down at the state house
And I'm all bundled up in an awkward position
Down at the state
I ain't called back yet
Tricked in studios, owned by Dallas Austin
Got my dick sucked off, when I flossed in Boston
Got head in Boulder - in New
counting days
I just want the good communication and good head
Every night im drinking I am sleeping in your bed
You know it make me mad and hot all up in my
I couldn't get a job just a free burial
You know how Uncle Sam treat it's veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you
fresh air
I'd miss my mates
This place is a state
You'd do your work from home
Online or on the phone
I could grow vegetables
Sounds like a load of balls
Put a 50 on your head for my little brother (50)
Pullin' up to Vegas in a helicopter (hey)
VVS diamonds like a chandelier
Shawty, she give ass, I
Just write Adderall scripts
I'm way too deep in this
All for no shallow bitch
Tell me your boyfriend's broke?
You should be proud of it
Oh
I wanna ride
I
didn't even look in a hacker's direction
As I ran the intersection
Whether Empire State or the great Golden Gate
Please let them know that there's no time
don't know how long I can go on just thinking of you
'Cause it splits me in two
I'm fine by myself but since I dove into you
all I wanted was for us
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