Lyrics:
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
Greetings, earthlings, take me to your leader (ooh shit!)
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let
it’s dateline
Man she looking good by the waistline
Splash on that shit like it’s high tide
Man she looking good by the bedside woah
Fuck it Imma get it
freedom's under attack
Take back what was taken by the white man
All the mothafuckin money these are my demands
I'm living like some real shit (Real shit
this
My heart cold, I'll send you somethin' hot
Blowing kush, but I'm stayin' focused
'Cause niggas move when they think you not
That shit got my brother
fuck with me, I'll get to you
A clip or two, I'll cripple you just 'cause I ain't got shit to do
Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
Eenie
your side (side)
I'll kill all your niggas (yeah)
I'll burst out they eyes (they eyes)
I'll kill by your bitch (oh)
I'll kill by your dick (dick)
I'll
Hello
Yeah I was tryna, uh, call and see what you was doing today and shit
Naw I ain't busy
You the one the always got shit to do
Yeah yup
I
Young fly nigga I'll take your bitch
Ouu let me pop my shit
Cool ass nigga with a mean ass drip
Hoe you aint seen nothing like this
Already on ten
Caesar, sir.
C: (salutes) Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise, I'll cut your balls off.
B: (very reliefed) Oh thank you sir, thank you sir, hail Caesar
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
carry no weight?
If my shit's trash but spreads at this rate
Then maybe it's you who has no taste
And I don't normally pray, but today I'll say
Dear God,
Know why I sound so raw, 'cause I'm down by law
Try to play me 'cause I'm rappin', I will break yo' jaw
Catch a nigga in these streets, make you
I'll be there , by your side
Oh no. No.
I'll be there , by your side
(I'll be there , by your side )
(I'll be there , by your side ) ohh
I'll be there , by your side
Oh no. No.
I'll be there , by your side
(I'll be there , by your side )
(I'll be there , by your side ) ohh
You make me feel so nice (so nice)
Only with you by my side (side, side, side)
Yeah, lookin' back in the past, that shit was bad, I mean past
not even by a bad soul
Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot Mafia shit, yeah
know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed-ass well paid OG's
(Ah shit) pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel off catch
A cocktail, block
the trip
No antics, no romantic shit
Just friends with benefits
I'll take that (take that)
Never seen a roof come back on a Maybach, I don't think you seen
be on that gang shit
Get shot in your face bitch, reaching for my chain bitch
Made it out them chains bitch, I'll never change bitch
Still keep that
Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho
shit cost me
Don't worry, I'll make it back before you sip coffee
I run with hustlers n' bosses, bosses n' hustlers, had to find my hustle I was lost
you're there god please give me a sign
All the days that are goin' by
Man I wish I can press rewind
Been strokin' my shit for like ten days
Been strokin'
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