Lyrics:
Everything I feel in my mind isn't real
Things that I see with my eyes concealed
By traumas of past , getting locked up in a cell
There was bitches
a broken gun
Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son
All you groupies that wanna get took
You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book
And anybody
head up on your shoulder
And baby can you come a little closer
And yeah I know we've got a little older
But as time flys by and times moves quick
I think
with a tranny (dummy)
NBA Youngboy had Rich The Kid shook
Over a little picture with Lil Durk that he took
Hope he know Bobby Shmurda and Rich The Kid
had it
The idea is that you always have a little bit of fear
Like, you have to just keep at it
You know, it's a day by day
I was violating my standards
you always have a little bit of fear
Like, you have to just keep at it
You know, it's a day by day
I was violating my standards quicker than I could
than Jackson
So you better ask somebody that know me
If they real they gon' tell ya what's real
If they fake they gon' soldier hate
I can freestyle about
mind's more productive than others
Murray the winner, he think he really
Nelson Mandela
That's fire though.
One time for the 305, though
That hydro
to give
If you got a little more than you need
Or just feeling blessed on the daily
It's gonna be given away
Be a Peter Pan
Don't be that guy that you
Welcome to the world spurred by connected references
Anecdotes to mask the notes of our collective emptiness
Readiness to die like Biggie no big
STAY A LITTLE LONGER
LET ME IN
I CAN SEE THE SPARKS ABOUT TO BEGIN
FLASHING BLUER THAN THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT IN THE SKY
BABY I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES
than this
Then you could wrap me in a blanket
And steal a kiss
Then we could go into town
To that little coffee shop
Go sit under the stars, up
of what transpired
Make some noise and get them hands higher
For the nights that you were bluer than a sapphire
Now my pockets greener than The Shire
But no
or at least that's my assumption
So why you still sitting on your seat?
Get up, get down, let me see you wiggle to a beat
Wiggle wiggle wiggle
This a little
Professor
She was cute but it's more than looks that gets me seduced
Tried to check her with respect why she tried to get fly
Trippin, get loud spillin drinks
All that talk is a fallacy
You think you sick but homie it's just some allergies
Go against me, you screwed with L's like an Alan key
Because my fucking
homie on the countertops
Then ask if your down to watch
Claim its natural, followed by psychology quotes from folks like Alan watts
Whatever justifies her
Offender of an undisclosed nature
He had a hairline like Saint Francis that he attempted to hide
By growing his hair to his feet and tying it back like
dawg two-somethin' just to shoot somethin'
Left them niggas stretched out on the train tracks
Rather you than me, here come that payback
Got 'em
to go Platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin
to go Platinum
Said I'd live it up 'til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it
To make classics, hotter than acid
P-D, rollin
feelin right the flows hella tight
So I maneuver through manure just a little peculiar
And leave you bluer slightly sooner than some balls at a Hooters
that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could
Y:John Quincy Adams was number six
And it's Andrew Jackson's butt he kicked
So Jackson learns to play politics
Next time he's the one that
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