Lyrics:
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My
the joint, my nigga
Hood ways got us runnin' from the oinks, my nigga
These ain't disguises (yeah)
This is how better real life gets
Then they imitate
I know that I’ll never die on love
But I’ll never get enough
Oh, I got no time to lose
On my avenue to a jet airliner
Avenue to my broken dreams
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
at the Weiner Schnitzel, got socked in the jaw
By some sixties, I bombed back, the nigga pulled
Out a strap, said it's 6-0, I ducked, then he missed me
Now I'm
bodyguards, I got two big cars
That definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
Mar, kie the original
Everytime I see V, yo I got material
I was just kickin funky records for you
Cause I'm down with the rhythm of a, ah one chk two
but
It ain't really a poem, I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to
Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla
definitely ain't the wack
I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunroof Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool
Which is really on the wall
I got
on that bitch, I heard he love a broad
We ain't on the court, we get up on him, we gon' drop him off
Like I'm Kyrie Irving, got the handles, all I know is
me a listen
I'm missin' a life if I
Ain't givin' up an asskissin'
No television or movie style
No buckwild thinkin' 'cause I don't
Know what he
I got my life back
So I school the fools about the fast track
I get static from the style of my technique
Profanity, the blatant way in which I
walking the back blocks
Looking for a by stander that he could knock
He spots a guy about the same size walking in a hoodie
Walked up to him from behind
Other than he's 'sposed to, {nigga} what I'm 'sposed to do?
Shots whistle, damn near missed dat
Shoes get pissed at
From the, tip of my Timbs, to my
remember all the times was in them hotels bagging up
And I ain't with all that acting stuff he got shot acting tough
You should see they face everytime I
I just can't sleep so I get in my car and I drive
I'm on the 101 and I'm cruisin' by 105
Got the radio cranked and the rhythm is comin' alive
I provide
You put ass on the 'Gram, perfect titties in they hands
You put pussy in it's place, you got that shit from your fam'
That food ain't far
AIN'T GOT A LOT OF DOLLARS, BUT HE IS A RICH MAN
SHAWTY BE PROFITING OFF OF THE BAGS WHENEVER THEY COME IN
WE LIVE OFF PRINCIPLES, LIKE WE BEEN
my flow is crazy, I can switch that amazing
For example, I can be like ain't nobody fucking with Lil Dicky
When he get up on that shit and spit it sick
known
To put the rhythm in the bone marrow
Laid the pipe to please Cari-lou
I don't know
If it's true
That's a fumble
Well, catch a fever from
Cause he lost his job, then he got robbed
His mortgage is due and his marriage is through
He says he ain't gonna pay no child support
Because the bitch
(Feel like a castaway)
Not going back to that life, stranded by a lake (Stranded by a lake)
That boy star struck, like he meeting the cast today (Meeting
the sunset.? Clichés like, ?Get off of my planet by sundown!? More so than clichés like, ?he died with his boots on.? Marine tough the man is. Bogart tough
They just was watching
When they nigga had got ran down
That's the type of shit
Ah make you put your hands down
Ain't get no hand outs
Niggas seen me cry
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