Lyrics:
and heavy breathing
Working on the craft like a blacksmith a Stephen
Surrounded by a class of "A" peers but I gotta be in
All these rappers are class acts
great I just couldn't come face to
face with him that one last time.
My failure to attend intensified my parents' resentment
for me even more. But from
Rico's going crazy again
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts
feel a lie
Thinking love come first, until you push to the side
I don't know how to feel, so I don't love no more
He seen what they did, so he can't
On Instagram chicks
Time well spent
You know that shit was wasted
I'm blowing up more
Than Osama and Al Quada
You N***as outdated
And over saturated
Bitch
wanna make me want you
You're gonna not wanna argue
Said if you wanna make me want you
You're gonna have to try hard to
If you wanna come with me
You
the liquors pulling me in
I'm one more drink from blacking out so I'ma try to pretend
Like I'm not feeling a buzz but damn I'm wasted
The only time I feel alive
'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
in a slow cooker
The no need for a hook type, never shook type
I don't do it by the book type
The better watch where you look type
You know the type so
Again and again I'm my biggest critic
Again I would split it, forget it
Uh, I ain't a mediator, but it come together when it come to money
Why they
Dance it again play it again
Losing u your mind, losing your time I
I call you a bitch, I call you a ho
Don't call me your bro, don't call me no more
the piece
Dance it again play it again
Losing u your mind, losing your time I
I call you a bitch, I call you a ho
Don't call me your bro, don't call me no
to sip
Water don't come so, cheap
There is no time to be sipping
Snakes come in more subtle ways
Summer springs with no kings
We treat them no grace;
Always hit or miss
Cause time just keeps on passing by
To fast to even wonder why
Just got to keep on movin
Drop what we've been loosing
There's no time
might be time to relocate again (yeah)
Blessed and highly flavored (yeah)
We all petrified by paper (mhmm)
Couple of them pretty piano beats
So I can
Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun
And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1
So one more time for old time's sake
Dre, drop that beat
The only thing I know
Is yo no sé nada
I thought shrooms
Was supposed to open my eyes wider
But it only put in a divider
Between the road
come out I want that caged girl dead
So we can have a full and complete conversation
And when I talk there will be no more hesitation
On my part cause I
I can't drive, aight
Good luck gettin' a ride next time
You not rollin' with us again, senior year
Without a license on a bus with some fresh-Men
a immature rhyme ho
Come rock a lil something, no we're all outta time so
From Chilltown JC to Brooklyn with A-D
I'm ripping things daily, ni if,
She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate
Tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate
I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', "No way she ain't
There's no arc explaining how
He lost his innocence
Simply skips over his entire
Childhood in a flash to cram in more of
A boring storytelling gimmick
Casanova he had it right
He'd just do it again
He'd do it again all day and all night
Then he'd do it again
You gonna drink too much say never no more
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