Lyrics:
mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
My competitors never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell
'bout it
I'mma beeee right here, waitin on you
Even took a second job
So they won't take the clause and put a lean on the
House
I know it's gonna be
came back but fuck that, he don't care
When Kyron steps out he's gonna end it right here
Kyron's on the phone, he's saying "how you know?"
He jumps
of sin, living beneath my privilege
Doing things that were contrary to God as well as the law
But after all the things that I did
And after all the sins
time that I spent with you's
Essential
Sort of like Corona
I'm infected by you
Tried to toss my feelings to the side
Up in a pile
No longer in denial
I
see you glance at me
That's why I'm asking, b
So let's party, b
Come and dance with me
If I'm out on my own
Then I can look at you looking at me
that be rappin'
And who the fuck that be slackin'
And they ain't ever gonna tell me
What I can or can't be
This shit be really simply
What my man Kelce
up mans ting init b-cuh
(Do up my tings man)
Fam, Kye is doing up the most
Watch my bro's gonna get big
When I talk I'm rapping
No capping when I
me haywire
Just straight to my heart
So that's my heart desire
This girl me climb me higher
Yan the bush Khalifa
So anytime I come by the mic and
Dem
like they finna talk back
Looking at my phone like she finna call back
But last night I feel like probably ended all that
'Cause by now she woulda
at the clock it's time to go
So I run down to the bus stop
Aw man I done scuffed my Reeboks
You know the ones with the black and grey chops
Next time i'm gonna
Say man
What's that boy?
I want to tell you about your girlfriend,
What about my girl?
But you don't look strong enough to take the message
I'm
on the rocks with vodka
The preacher got busted with a whore, got ya!
Man on the moon, but still can't fly right
Now he's gonna fake his death, he can't die
Baby I'm that hero
On the East Coast
Can't top my Ego
Murder your feelings you don't want that free smoke
Tell ya boy come find me no nemo
Got my
tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear 'cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my
girl the other day
And the wind was blowin' real hard
Is that right?
And the wind blew her hair into my face
You know what else happened?
in Philly, Penn
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans
Fake nails done by
his ass
I'm gonna steal his drums too
Dwayne
I know that motherfucker
He ain't shit
Come from outa the projects?
No talent ass bastard
Fuck all
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere
In bars and cars, sidewalks stores everywhere
There's no escape, I'm gods lonely man
I been
know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie
mother suckin up my brother
Little sis holdin my mail, I'm in jail for the blow
Cryin if you ddin't know
[ Shock G & Humpty Hump ]
A: you burn that
Show
And that’s what I claim when I’m interrogated by the 5-0
Ain’t got no record of me
One day I’ll get caught for murder
But I ain’t gonna be the one
see you glance at me
That's why I'm asking, b
So let's party, b
Come and dance with me
If I'm out on my own
Then I can look at you looking at me
got angels
cnd they looking at me
From all kinds of angles
Yeah that's right, shit uh
Yeah they Gon' dangle
On the edge, uh
See em' at the feet of my
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