Lyrics:
Palm Middle when a nigga was little
And didn't worry bout the mothafuckin wild things
Only child things; now I'm grown and the times changed
You niggas
Aye
I just looked at my wrist and I don't got the time today, but I'm makin' time today
Freaky lil bitch and she fuck me all kinda ways, don't know
I'm too busy ballin' in the street yeah
Rolling down in the deep yeah
Catch a nigga slipping through the creases
Pop my shit grab my piece yeah
Ya'll
pressed out, I'm trying to be the best now
I put my heart upon my sleeve, but that shit back up in my chest now
Niggas betting on me, they want me to lose
Nothing but a drop out
Told you that I'm all out
Feel it in my heart now
See it in the stars now
I can feel your scars now
I can see the part
And I
We got some shit make you turn around
We got some shit make you jump around
I got a gun that been never found
Big choppa on me and it's very loud
I'm
I need drugs don't need you
I bleed cuts they see through
I'm enough with people
My tombstone is evil
I lose hope with this life
I stand up you sit
I won't rest untill the end
I won't sleep untill I'm dead
When rain hits the windows
I feel this hollow calm inside of me
Call my name when I'm far
There are bugs in the summer
I'm tight-lipped but they still get in my mouth
It's so hard to recover
I'm off-script like a dad at eagle scouts
are coming out my dome
That's my creator
Hello it's Sone
I got a lot more to learn
So I'm learning how to let go
Last year was my last
This year I'm
I'm the one that's famished
Cuz I shared plates
I never bucked or folded facing these obstacles
In fact I made it look cool to do the impossible
I got
I'm having money remember you doubted me now
I had to switch up the style
You see the pain in my hoohaa
I'm getting money remember you doubted me now
Lifting the blunt I'm just gonna spark
Head in the cloud not coming down
Not coming down not coming down
Not coming down not coming down
Not coming down
Johnny Gie
Am I Black opulence
Nah I'm just confident
Some of yall fraudulent
You digging deep pocket lent
Some of you only (What)
Copy what's
ballin'
New shipment that we called in
I think I'm falling for hoes out here in Austin, yeah
I feel like I'm Lil baby my gang we paid today
I don't feel
Love and hate me
They gon
Love or hate me yea
I'm on a rampage
Never do this basic (Neva no)
Fuck what they think (fuck it)
I ain't with it
Imma do
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
Straight out the pint
I like sippin' shit raw
Runnin from 12, I had drugs in my draws
Money I'm chasin', I been tryna
Get real fly and make my own stature
I wanna be a black rapper (woh)
Spit out words like everything matter (woh)
Yeah I'm raising I'm raising
(Uh,
The only rapper who'd look natural in a MAGA hat
I pop a cap, you wanna stop and listen like a Snapple fact
So have y'all figured the winner yet?
I'm
Love and hate me
They going to
Love or hate me yea
I'm on a rampage
Never do this basic (neva no)
Fuck what they think (fuck it)
I ain't with it
Imma
it out you know deal yo folks gone vouch that. Don't wanna hear no plays just put that money where yo mouth at
Long bands , big checks you know I'm
say is you tough enough trying to start where we gain
Yeah she suck it slow, can't call back I'm on the road
Yeah she say I'm doing shows
She wanna love
shit makes no sense to me now
Give all you have just to get shot down
Silly fucks don't you know I own this town
Open for business like I'm the shit you
break free
Rollin through this bitch so cold I'm bobsledding
This liquor got me gone so this microphone I'm blessing
Hit you with that Uncle Cassie
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