Lyrics:
knockin down giant doors n shit
Wolverine so you know my bitch like Jean Gray
I can't see you like daredevil but you feelin far away
Have some watchmen
a mothafuckin', second line
Been bout it, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme
No limit chain around my neck, so check, and respect
this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line,
Been bout it, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme.
No limit chain around
this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line,
Been bout it, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme.
No limit chain around
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick
'm running to the money bitch my leg ache
Bitch I'm running to the money bitch my leg ache
I can't fuck with all these niggas man they dead weight
Yeah I
what?) Cah they find out that the kid just raps
N they act like they know my ting
N too many man just lack
See I ain't got time for hoes, jezzes, meady
genes
So I changed her motive
When I took off all her clothes and jeans
These females always wanna play around
Go around talking shit
But I know how
by the moonlight
Hit you style wild because ya mood right
I know what you want
Because ya mood might
Have you mashing other niggas and my mood tight
Jugging out my momma's crib
I buy whatever now
Fiji water by the tank you
Catch me wilding out
And I'll never fuck with opps
Let my body drop
And all
she's sleeveless
Dtn is tatted all on her body
I'm not dej loaf i'm hoping you try me
I keep it all up in my jeans cause I got it
I'm the real deal walker
runnin' after my dreams, huh
Yeah, no, fuck, all right off we go
Uh huh uh huh
It's like I'm staring at the stars
Waiting for the Sun
And I know all this
She knows where the struggle don reach
She come start to do for her fans only
Ah, Mmh
This pain, dey my head, three-six-five days
Soldier man no look
British Airways,
And British born whores,
I love the weather,
Though it can be bleak,
They might empty my bins next week,
We got jobsworths, what can I do?
floating round round round
I’m the king of the city I put the ice in my crown
Tell ya mans check his attitude
Cuz We ain’t in the mood
Nah I’m in the city
man ting
I can't be Wiz could know that that shit
If I'm on a mission tryna be the king
That's kinda dumb
Dun diggin in a rut
Tryna see if
Flip a quarter like a burger then i serve'em up
Got designer on my jeans Mike amiri
She said this swagg will turn her on she be ready
Took her home her
my veins
I was captured by a larger moment
I was seized by divinity's hot breath
Gorged like a lion on experience
powerful from life
(I wanted
fire
Catching my flow like
Jermaine L. Cole
Man be harder to get in this time
Ain't nobody know
I just dropped cases
I just fucked your bitch
With no off
partnas alive
But I smile, cause I know all my partnas with God
In my life, a lot of haters baller blocking my shine
I stay calm, even though I ought
my page to cop a fit but shit I'm used to it
Nike should endorse me put me in the latest drip let's go
I be boosting sales in the ghetto by popping
gone, nigga wrong Only out for the scrilla, that's my fetty, boss One-eight-seven ain't nothing but spaghetti sauce Cross me you pay all costs here's one
blame my pops
Man I know he wasn't able
But still i know he tried his hardest just to keep us stable
That's why I be running thru these beats, tornado
the name is not coincidental
I know too much, the government is trying to murder me
No coming back like cutting your wrists open vertically
How could
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