Lyrics:
can't answer me
Blinded by the smoke, can we clear that
Relax for me, look out for me
Thinking that you know, till I peel back
The gravity, ain't havin'
shoulder
Hold it close to the right of ya left sleeve
Promise do-to right by you
Long as you do right-by-me
Put a title next to the name someday you wana
Might spoil the bitch for the thrill
I fuck bitches on million dollars worth of bills
I get it poppin' by all, any means
I hold up my wrist, that's
phoned
You said you found it easy on your own
Far from the temptation of the city that you know
You wrote a note
Jonie wealths not what you hold
It's
was wrong
I wanna hold you in my arms
I'm losing faith in you and I'm losing faith in us
These years gone by have brought out familiar feelings of mine
fat stomachs in the limousines
Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo play
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway
Like a mirage,
kicking doors in
Rollie rose gold, Can't wait to buss it down
I see a bankroll, I bet I hold it down
I'm staying 10 toes, They love when I'm around
I think
seen shit
Callin' me an activist, stumbled on it by accident
You can see I'm passionate but not a politician though
On I-G I'm killin' that fashion
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
praise Jesus
Good Friday in the stu, I'ma tryna drop this thing by Easter
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I ain't clear this song either
'Ye if this blow, I'll sort
titles, need no labels
Pulling strings like cable-men, we quite capable
Of bringing forces of horses out the stable
By the lake though, sipping maple,
rose gold I'm dipped in dressed in ? while I coast in clouds
That's my life babe, crystal clear, no cascade
I'm going, going I'm on a crusade
To save
partied
Then the bubble burst, i'm sorry
Atari 26 was a hit for six years
Apple 2E made my dad switch gears
Too many ETs, where it's buried isn't clear
Manor Gangsta wit' the mobsta elites
Legit Ballers the family 'til the day that I die
They let the south and the westside hook up in the city of Chi'
Dey your city now
I'm catching vibes
You cannot
While your sitting down
So get up
And come tease me
No give suspense
Like a seasonal
Make I come hold
Do me dirty Ima run up on ya mans ya
Do me dirty he go see these city hands here
Do me dirty girl that nigga better stand clear
Ima fold that nigga
when the smoke clears you know the cops are here. I been drinking without driving cause my ride is here. cant go out like that. my reaction ain't that
Aye
Ima panda panda panda bear
Ain't nobody really wanna get up I'm my hair
You'll be knocked black and blue by the black and white you find
There
The windows stand like mournful eyes
Huddled dreams and eager lies
Reflected early glories gold
A million fragments of lives untold
By screen they
trust in a foe
Now I gotta throw a flag on you hoes
Should've known glitters ain't gold
Budda man never sell a soul
Budda should've known
To never put
a mindfuck)
I don't wanna trust (Running round the city with a cold heart)
I don't wanna feel (My pockets full of jealousy and gold dust)
I don't wanna hurt
represent for Long Island
Brand new with revenue my crew puts it down
I'm the man you never knew, who holds the crown
I'm the KING - psych, that's Run and D
I
my city
I love it when we dance and get nasty with it
We're mad acidic
Come and face me
I go so damn crazy
I could fuck up anyone
No one here can take
cook
Who on the stove now
Pooty Tang flow, I could make a hit with no sound
Bottom row flow don't be blinded by the gold crowns
Ghetto got more
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