Lyrics:
like seven oasis gettin' niggas twisted in statutory rape cases
But I write rhymes in enough white lines askin' Melle Mel my punchlines
Hit from
soon
Told him we should film it at my desk by the Mac too
Hundred likes on my page
I’mma drop it this Sat. dude
A remix, favorite rapper
A song, called
the fabrics
Dynamics, I want the fame
And my name engraved in granites
This the lane, and I came to grab it
Yeah, you moving sideways, change your habits
it's like I stockbroke
You still smoking weed in a can, I brought my bong though
Ah, homie you can put your swag away
Save it for a rainy day, I never
Name Will, I am Dub D the King going dumb on the mic
I got everyone hype by the shit that I write
All my fans say they like how I flow it's a vibe
I
they on her
But I'm gon' hit this corner
To keep em from gettin on her when I want her
She appear, she in my system like a bomber
Name was Sinsemilia,
you fold it open
My thoughts wander to your setting and slide in your bedding
It's chilly but somehow I'm sweating
I breathe in your essence
The day
sane
Through all of this stress and all of this pain
Put a smile on my face
When I hear your name
We stay in our lane
Don't you play no games
Face all my
way you spin it
Boy getting Lei-Ed by the time we finished
(Woah)
You alright, mate? I see you're in my nation
You can see a black cab in
The talons
And sex and a tingle is where they assumin' it land
But that's fly by night for you and the sky I write
For in these cold Chi night's moon, you my light
grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I
packages through the mail
Confusing law enforcement agencies cause I write death threats in brail
With somewhat of a God complex sending the Arabs
down yo' brain
(Tenth round!)
I could be surrounded by lions in the midst of the jungle
And still I'm a rumble young man rumble
Ladies
Ron g phantoms
I still drink I still smoke keep it one wit my bros
If u real i can cope if u not hit the road
No haters in my circle
Get merked u
or shudder in my boots
Just write to beats and head up to the booth
Spark up a debate with the elders and the youths
Jesus Christ is real I know you're fed up
Flex not a fan of Cardi 'cause she don't write the shit (So what?)
Young Buck got caught up in some gay shit
'Cause them G Unit niggas thought I wasn't
like Tekashi
Lyin' in the sand, too much time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby
God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand, I think
they earn a 100k At every show they nationwide
I'm still posted in my state Tryna get verified
Excuse Me
My name is Yung Burtis the n**** with the flows
na-na-number in my telephone
Wanna wanna wanna be your girl, wanna wanna wanna be my man
Boy we can hold hands, write our names in the sands
It's the weekend,
Yeah (Aye)
I don't wanna bitch and shit
But I'm getting played
By the same old bitch
And I'm trying to make a name
In the game n' shit
But the devils
opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'
People count your blessings
They don't see when you stressin'
Follow me on Instagram like I'm in heaven
Told my baby momma, I'll have it in a second
Uh huh people count your blessings
They don't see when you stressin'
Follow me on Instagram like I'm in heaven
Told my baby momma, I'll have it in
act hard
I don't even gotta try, know
I'm finna be a star, uh
Got some bullshit
I feel like my name is Berleezy
You gon' see my name up in your phone
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