Lyrics:
drop to my knees
Fuck jail tryna be free
Surrounded by hustles
Trust me I'm about that life
Early morning servin Ps
I was pitching white
Made sure I had
the booth rockin' a biosuit made of plastic
And NASA's galactic elastic travelin' through space, interstellar rapping
Broadcastin' from uninhibited planets
you on Christ
and considering the blood that he spilled for you
six hundred million is a reasonable price
We'll rip that monkey off your back to make
heart the heart of a fool
And you, sir, you can not deny
You made a monkey of me, what and for why?"
"I'll have no more of this insulting chat
The devil
made it!)
Truly I feel so inspired
By all of the people that hate me and can't feel the pressure
Lately I got to point
Where it really just feedin' my
you can't (You can't)
Need bout 100 more m's in the safe (The safe)
I can't count what in made in a day (A day)
Spend like 100 on drip insane (Insane)
bought me a drac
Monkey nuts on this b*tch I go ape
Better know that the younging legit
Say this stripper b*tch f*cking I tell her to show me some as*
Tolls still left to pay
If there was a road to heaven
Made of Gold or Made out of Clay
Would the Angels wave me up the hill
Or in my mirror just
that (Yeah)
Whole lot of guns, bullshit, man I'm on that
And young nigga get money (Yeah)
Big booty bitch, yeah, monkey (Monkey)
In the hood actin'
vicious
The urban jungle ain't monkey business
What I spin turns gold like Rumpelstilzchen
So whyn't you pick up a rusty cymbal
With your tippy toes, kick
bitch, i'll wait
Name a nigga that did this shit
(Name a nigga) came home and madе an M
Spent an M, then made an M again
(That's an M&M)
Y'all can't fuck
pass the sky
And I don dey chase money
Running past the hundred mile
Got a monkey on my back
And I'm swinging for the line
And my demons smoke reefer
grind, 2% been a vet
Yeah they been acting like they knew me
Never fold, know the ice running through me
All gold and my pockets on blue cheese
I just made
come equipped with monkey nuts
Yeah, niggas screaming 17, they know it's us
Yeah, King Zoovie from the Island, hold it up
Yeah, I made all these
them 30 rounds, them 50's, and hundreds too
Bankroll that's in my pocket got nothing but hundred blues
They follow what I do, they watching all of my
Cash
I gotta get to it
Know i done been through it
100s on 100s on 100s on 100s on 100s
Know I done went through it
Cash rules everything
Around get
Yo no lies
When I was five I arrived in America
Made it alive survived the hell of a trip kid I'm telling ya
Sellin' the freedom town to put my feet
$1, 100 in your pocket what made
You move to Los Angeles?
Frank Ocean: I had been
Putting together these
Demos that I was going to properly
Record in
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
by the pierside,
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic!
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters,
N' the Captain's gettin' done
but it's the only thing I own
They're a real workhorse breed performed in hundreds of shows
Dents and scratches all over the scars from all the beats
with better words
Im a microphone controller
They be frightened when I roll up
In a solid gold hearse
This a solid gold verse
Yeah I spot you with that
Copped the drop top Hummer for the summer yeah
Goyard bag with a hundred yeah
And I know why you mad 'cause I'm stuntin' yeah
Say I know I know
Heart made out of titanium (My shit ain’t gone break)
You can try but I won’t break (No time soon)
Heart made out of titanium (100)
Fire away, fire
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