Lyrics:
on the net than I can never respect her
On her body I put baguettes that's how I show her I love her
Like I'm hanging on the net I'm so surrounded by ballers
the desert swappin' rats
And tryn' ta get a drink of water with his knees gettin' mud caked
And I'll tell you and exceptance how he stumbled into Memphis
Glock on me, it's tucked, so I called it my llama
Let's talk about how pussy niggas didn't wanna see me win (win)
I signed to God, ain't got my money
brain
I grip the grain and fly by
Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it
rook
I heard u niggas
Uh, uh
U ah dirty blood, uh, uh
U ah dirty blood, I can tell by how yo fits look
Dese niggas still sharin' clothes, das da shit ta
Effortless how I be smashin
I got more sauce than a packet
Run me the check I deposit
Cashout whenever I cash in
There ain't no pressure Believe me
I'm bout
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
Big Glock bitch and you know how I do it (yeah)
These dog ass hoes can't fool me
I got em' all choosing, got em' want to chew me (yeah)
Diamonds
London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams
Yea I'm from Memphis yo watts good
Mr. Wish a nigga would
Mom and sis smoking cigars
Tryna put em on the woods
This that music for the streets
This
She'd been rogered by Rogers & Hammerstein
And skied with Morecambe & Wise
She'd been spit-roasted by Chas & Dave
And felched by Blazin' Squad
She got
Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you
people singin the hook
Got bitches buggin like how niggas be wild in the brook
Look, we street niggas, while you live by the book
Funny nigga, ain't no
my sticks and I sat down
I said: "Let me show you how it goes"
I guess New Orleans is famous
For all of it's horns
But you've got to have a drum
If you
to the Rothchilds
You want your socks argyle
I got em all styles
Want some art on your walls, that's my closest pal
Besides PayPal
Venmo or apple
Visa or master
of what I know though
I-I, I had to beg the big homie Reg not to rob Steph Marbury
This the same year that he got drafted
I said "That's my man"
He
rats
And tryin' ta get a drink of water with his knees gettin' mud caked
And I'll tell you and exceptance how he stumbled into Memphis Tennessee
Hardly
decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans faintin' while I'm entertainin'
Wild, ain't it? How me and money gettin' acquainted
Plus I hang with
fans faintin' while I'm entertainin'
Wild, ain't it? How me and money gettin' acquainted
Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector (uh, uh, uh) (hot ish)
So
to blame it on my Parents how
Know they brought me up well
But I'm not a baby now
South Carolina
Look I finally done made it out
Memphis took me in, but I
trains got the disappearing railroad blues
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call
The passengers will please refrain
This train got the disappearing railroad blues
Goodnight America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you know me, I'm your native
like a lie detector
And everything I do or say is always on the record
My life is like a divine dissection
Everyone haunted by immortal specters
Only for
the fam
'cause they got love, in the first and plus they know who i am
reloadin combat, take aim then you bust out
do everything to see how that lil
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