Lyrics:
to a place where the fake can't go
My chain and my pants hang low
Got my own name brand, I'm the man made, bro
Cash in advance, I'mma blow up with the dough
Woo ah, glizzy in my pants
Woo ah, glizzy in my pants
Woo ah glizzy in my pants, no standard it got extended mag
Curry thirty
Long as I got feet I'm
Stranded on an island
Where I can't do right
I'm surrounded by silence
And the future doesn't seem so bright I'm
Stranded on an island
Where I can't
Stranded on an island
Where I can't do right
I'm surrounded by silence
And the future doesn't seem so bright I'm
Stranded on an island
Where I can't
all that thickery
The only living nigga on some chivalry
I j wanna love somebody
Take her to my roots up in Mutare
Tell me when you ready when can start
I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin' and rap
And now it's time, to put Long Island on the map
And lettin' you know, that it'll put you in
money
I'm waiting for the next fix
Out in space with her dirty tricks
Hours go by and I'm lonely, baby I'm figuring out my role
Life is a learning curve
(a-one, two, a-one, two)
Break of dawn, break of dawn (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I was born in the Boogie Down catscan
Where my building fell down
I got flowers on my pants, I feel pretty fly
When I'm smoking on my lonely, it's Aquemini
In the deep end, I'm still swimming by
Looking like it's
Surrounded by sharks
And wild cops in dark night
Without light with ski mask
In a trap house
I knew my time
Was simply coming
So I had to improve
En face de
how we walk and talk and kick up like this and gwan like this
She say she never hear nobody talk like this
Sag in ah me pants, make me walk like
girls and boys
I'm Sitting in detention feeling like the breakfast club
Staring at my desk wishing that i had a hug
I wouldnt pay attention but what I'd
Because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the west
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got me limpin
Fuck you-n-I-t-why, I'm coast
Vlone, but I be lonely with my ice
Bentley Bentayga the truck, I barely been giving a fuck
Brodie told me sober up, I said I'm in love with the rush
Bought
stack in the back pocket de mes black leather pants à la Marilyn Manson
J'ai marché vers le son, blinded by the lights
J'ai tout laissé derrière,
(a-one, two, a-one, two)
Break of dawn, break of dawn (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I was born in the Boogie Down catscan
Where my building fell down
know the me they know old me
They know I sold weed
They saw me closely
But they don't know what I been through all by my lonely
Got a blunt rolled you
and pumping the motherfuckin' lead in their chest
Because ain't none of them niggas ever gave it up for the West
So now it's on and, the gauge in my pants got
like ponies
Wanna be on an island Coney
I can't play no more games like Sony
I gotta ball like my name is Tony
Too much pain in my heart it's stony
Yeah
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
The pain is gone!
Nah that bitch never leave
Got me waking up in cold sweats
Yo I never sleep
Properly, I'm no Socrates but
My philosophy is
She
That's on God and oh my God
I feel amazing today
Even tho' I'm flying by the seat 'uh my pants
Like them old folks say
That's okay cause I get money I get
real niggaz gon' speak
(Wipe me down)
Jiggalatin' I been rollin' 'bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth
(Wipe me down)
Black
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