Lyrics:
to sing about
But now I'm just tryna' hit the key notes
Old school with the khakis then switch it over to the chinos
Cameras and snapchats your memories
be over by now, but it won't stop
Thought that I would self destruct, but I'm still here
Even in my years to come, I'm still gon' be here
I'm
And I'm gone, and it's on till it's over like whoa
Uh oh, we gon' ball till the wheels fall off
You know, we go harder and your teams all soft
And I know,
let me work him wit that
Tell Mr.Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolley track, now prolly that
Listen, y'all stop it, I know you appalled dot it
and you won't forget me
Now that it's over, I can't forget what you said
I already told ya, nobody's lying in my bed
It's harder and harder
I can't seem
Franklin Delano
Roosevelt confronted when he
Took office in 1933 the
Great Depression that had
Begun with the stock market crash of 1929 was
Now at it's
the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
Blowin' stink, and I don't see grass on the field
reverse, only forward cause I'm in a good mood
Now you look me in the eyes and you could tell it's the truth
Don't you ever fucken think I only speak in
Uh,
This is a journey now,
I’m on my journey now
Isn’t It beautiful wow,
Like all the animals that’s roaming free in the wild
No won’t you set
Wondered if I'd ever relish in the month's flavor
The way I'm simmerin's consistent
With my vision of dismantling systems
Creatin' Darren Wilsons and George
look lame
Without them Joe podcast don't sound the same (it don't)
They got they own podcast now, I don't know the name (uh)
It ain't no Drink Champs
the mission
They say I’m actin way different now
I said it’s been way different
If there’s something I gotta flex it’s my mindstate
I’m way over Wilson in his
If you knew how many times I
Judge a profile picture just to pass my day by
You'd probably think I'm a stalker
Baby, can I be your stalker?
And now
here on this porch and wonder
How the time flies by
Or does it seem to barely creep along
With 75 septembers come and gone
Were the fields all gold
Can't truss it
And I judge everyone, one by the one
Look here come the judge
Watch it here he come now
I can only guess what's happening
Years ago
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
gotta see it, I touch and feel
Hit them lights
It gotta get a lil' darker, yeah
You gotta work a lil' harder, yeah
You gotta get a lil' darker, yeah
Hit
I run through it
I fun for it
Kid popping off
I didn't need guns for it
Going so far
They be like run Forest
drifting away like Wilson
Still soaring
ahead of this shit like the tip of my...
Hold up restart it, I gotta go harder
I gotta go dumber, part two of the come up
I fuck up the beat like it's
when it's war, I'm on some now shit
Leave your mama prayin' over beef, I halal shit
All these foul styles goin' 'round and y'all allow it
No skill
to be just a commodity
I'm smarter G
This is my life, and my soul not just a chart to me
It's the truest part of me
Fans now mobbing me
Fake
I gotta work harder
(I gotta work harder)
I gotta breathe again
(Breathe again)
I gotta soar again
(Saw again)
Saw again
I gotta work harder
(I gotta
a limp
Stepping harder then some timbs
Rip it off limb by limb
Like I’m really in the field
Ion mess wit u fr
And yes that’s how I feel
(KD)
Imma big
Come on, gang, you know, by by by, oh yeah
Do the bang, yeah, you can't miss
Everybody, yeah, it goes like this
You gotta dance, got me swayin', got
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