Lyrics:
rims crushed like ants eggs
From my fate to where my tims touch my pants legs
We indestructible plus we's magnificent kings
Beat over book by
a young nigga whippin
Codeine in the cup and im sippin
Young nigga stay by my lonely cuz niggas is phony
Some niggas be trippin
I keep a mufuckin pole in my
by the sea
It's Maspalomas
boy, I'm free
Aldous Huxley's birds in the island
Remind me to pay attention
My personal path to hell is clichéd and
I
to get up on it, dont waste time
Whispering that I like the way she worked her behind
I told her, get your hands up, I'ma pull my pants up
Turned around
You walked in with a nice smile
Said, "yes ma'am," and poured my wine
Held my hand and opened all my doors
Took the elevator to the cloud 9th floor
I
on the block
Yeah i came up by my lonely but i do this shit for my pop
Uhhhh uh
I need me a lam or a porsche
Rocking polo like the man on the horse
Said he want
hold on not to close I got This Glock on me
I do my thang and put it on chrome hearts on me
I told her that I'm coming by Myself but I am not lonely
J.I.M.M.Y.
Capo, what's my motherfuckin' name?
Eastside, say what, what's my motherfuckin' name?
DipSet, Byrd Gang
Catch that boy Capo
Cruisin' up
spitter yes I am
Rockin the white polo and a
Pair of plaid pants
I'm on the block in fly boy stance with my
Argyle socks and my white and green stans
Yeah,
sailors deep in love Finally free to show their feelings Seen only by the million blinking eyes of God in the dark sky That is their island's ceiling
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked
and simple, taken under this transmission
Did my first hit 12 years old, pants sliddin'
A little place in Coney Island called the clam kitchen
I walk right up
and simple, taken under this transmission
Did my first hit 12 years old, pants sliddin'
A little place in Coney Island called the clam kitchen
I walk right
Mistake my kindness for weakness
I was blinded by demons
I from an island of treason
I'm tryna climb out the deep end
A rose rising from cement
Who knows
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
rather be home wit a warm body
Not really feeling lonely but oddly enough
When I’m in my zone by my lonely it’s hardly enough
To get me going now I
Foxy:
Nigga wanna lay up on my couch, watchin' cable
Hands all in his pants, feet up on my table
Niggas I don't know, rollin' droll
Optimo, blow, you
bands in my pants
I can't pass around
I got the city on my back
See who laughing now
Running through the city, I'm the man now
When I was broke
Ain't no
( Understand )
Will I live like J Prince and have my own island ( Island )
Cars might be all tinted but Im never hiding ( Never Hiding )
Selling out
pleased
Everything handed, no need
I got a jump start with my own feet
Pull my pants down so you can suck on deez
Suck on deez nuts so I can put you in
on and switch up the vibe
I rock out in j's, don't got no time to be played, like a game sitting in an arcade
And I'm self made, I'm just boy from the island I'm
like Dj Khaled
My girl's vegan she need a salad
There's one meat she don't reject
And That's it's in my pants like oh you Get it
Scrolling through
thoughts by the mausoleum
I can't believe my eyes but
I know I see 'em she walked up to me "Can
I have this dance?"
And put her hand right into my pants
crew from canada know what I mean
But most of all I can't forget my man biz-mar-kie
And may I send this to a.j. quest, rest in peace
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