Lyrics:
nigga got convicted he done lost his rights
My pops said you ain't lose the war just cause you lost the fight
This shit ain't right my own niggas pray
swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be
They In My Phone Tryna’ Ask For A Song
Run It Up By Myself I Ain’t Never Need A Loan
Used To Ain’t Feel Me Going In On Every Song
Style Ain’t Free But
Street poet I can tell you how the Streets going
But it ain't none of your Business, So don't even listen
Reside where it's Violence and Killings
So
the Glock, make opps wanna rock ain't talking Uzi Vert
Broke niggas come and talk with me I turn to introvert
Grab the switch, that bitch tryna blitz that shit
sheep you
Been on the grind and out the way don't play with none my people
You been dancing with the devil
Just make sure you stay on beat fool
Shid they
run
Perfection is second to none
You’re the one for me, my aim
You make it all worth the wait
Verse 2
Ain’t quite got this whole thing down yet
To be
to trust you? Me
Who slept on your couch with a A K ready to bust? Who? Me
You say people saying 57 RDVs ain't shit without me
Make you wanna say fuck me
cold
Just to lie down beside me and touch me as if I were gold
One night of love can't make up for six nights alone
But I'd rather have one than none
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by the bed and shiver as if she
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by the bed and shiver as if she
zone
She staring at my jeans, I know she wanna take me home
I ain't gotta persuade her, I just let her give me dome
You calling her up later, but I been
to that bag, no, we can't break up
They say two hundred thou' cash, I say, "That shit ain't enough"
You would think I signed to Bando 'cause I got dog
I never needed anybody else in my life
None of y'all can even touch my vibe
Mischievous, mischievous
They hate me, I'm that guy
My outfits drip while
to the guap, Ima grind like my daddy
Cus there ain't no other option in me
Holy shit I'm getting old, Times going by real fast I hardly cope
Felt like yesterday
on Instagram like that’s your life or something
You know my folks ain’t finna go for none I say
Bet that
Let me grab my mask yeah
Tell me where the bread
, looking for a piggy bag
I'm locing up cause there ain't gonna be none of that...
Dead weight, when I'm releasing dead weight
Two shots to the back
me
So I stand on the block while they keep trying to be me
I got stuck in that cell and they ain't wanna free me
Don't touch me at all, nigga, fuck
I'm just shooting money balls into the basket
Let's do this homie, switch
I'll ball like I'm two three
Bitch I hustle like I'm two three
I'm
ain’t know who I am just search Me on google
Don’t fuck with the guru
My comebacks are brutal
Love or hate me imma shine like my Jewelry
Said I want
it by myself yeah
Pray I never fail yeah yeah
Maybe I smoke too much
Drink too much
Maybe I spend too much
Smoke too much
Maybe I think too much
Smoke
now it's printable, you in critical
Me clinical, it ain't liberal, you minimal
Typical run-of-the-mill
You pitiful appendages
Ran up the top, not rap, I
Baby, I'm fishbowl, no ten Two to three's all in the whip
Whole lot of fly like shit On me, I dare a bitch to go trip
Ayy, on me, I ain't playin' with
hope this monеy make me a better man
Like, close the door, who let the devil in?
I ain't tryna take an L again
But if I do, I'ma bounce back again
I'm
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