Lyrics:
got them, bitch
Take that weed, roll a doobie
Smoke them if you got them, bitch
I gotta do this for my old heads
Forty-five sixties in the duffle like I
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
pass me by
I won't let it pass me by
I won't let it pass me by
If I'm ever giving a chance again
I wont't let it pass me by
I won't let it pass me by
excuse for the murders of Rashard Brooks or Walter Scott
God, I know you hear us Please help us make a change Too many babies dying Say Their Name Say
of the nation
Just hand me the ball Ima score like Walter Payton
point to all my hoes in the crowd with jubilation
Can't get rid of me, you'll see my face
Heaven looks like
It's looking like me and you, oh, oh
And if you ever questioned
What Heaven sounds like
Just let it fill the room, can you help me
look in my eyes
Parts of me, parts of me
Parts of me you will never see
And they'll be here 'til the end of me
End of me, let them in
Do you hear them
looking like a mathlete
How the fuck is he the one that come in with the crack
We like "Who knew, who knew?"
Used to look at me like "who you, who you
I'm not sure bout anyone else
I like when I'm with you by myself
I don't really care bout no fake shit
You know I hate people taking my time
Making me
the people wanna (c'mon)
Let's go cause you know we go'n fly (go'n fly)
Get ?
Everybody get, get
Now I wanna see all a my people form a line
If ya with me
1 Man Army fuck niggas can't harm me
Don't even alarm me
Its AMG bitch
I put my problems in my pocket n I tuck 'Em away
'Cuz if I let shit get to me
a better price than your little plug
You could lose your life, catch a fucking slug, plotting on a balling-ass thug
I stay with the pyro on me cause ain't
it every time I step it evn though I'm well respected I got a weapon your past is terrible your future's worse
Let me put this Walter PP all in ya
Let’s- Let’s talk money i talk that
I I I talk that let me- Let me- Let me talk-
Uhhhhhhh! Money by the ton
Bricks from crumbs billionaire from nothin
get a holla
For my niggas Chasin them dollars
I'm getting old money now I started poppin my collar
They done let me in the game
Let's milk the shit like
Which has the power to
Help shape your reality
If you view everything through
The lens of fear
Then you tend to stay in retreat mode you can
Just
Cherry on her lips from what you mixing in the Sprite
Powder through the funnel like i’m Walter fucking White
Baby want me to hit her but don’t know if I
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
for the bitches to not see I can not swim
Let me play with your body I'm sure you gon' be eased
Allow me to be incentive in your cerebrum please
Don't
finishing in last place
Hit a turn do the dash it's a drag race it's a drag race
Run through hell with me
If I broke bad like Walter White would you kill
you down for the trend that yuh set
c wonder if you hard ears a wonder if you deaf
Me send for Ronaldo to rise my assets
Square plus volley goal in
it don't strike me as funny
Been too good to you
I've been virtuous and true
To have something like this happen in my own bedroom
Betcha gon'
a frenzy, so pop me in your benzi
You dig it? get wit it or get your melon splitted
If you ever try to combat, sir walter moves the king
We got the illy
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