Lyrics:
You'd think I'd clean up after I would finger bang my brain
You'd think I'd clean the stalactites, you better think again
Ever since I was three feet
I blacked out and by the time I came to, they were gone
But somehow I sat and shook my head, and then I carried on
And I still completed 3 weeks
it? he’s so inquisitive
since maybe now that y’all getting it
World getting smaller my Nig´
Word getting around about me kid
I do this here speed it
Up
cs the days go on forever
cnd the earth keeps spinning under pressure
Not a call, no not a letter
Just like stars that crash and pull together
Three
smaller, minus fam is maybe three
Even that's a stretch, sometimes it's just me
I ain't got no friends, I had to learn these drums myself
I had to learn this
Just me and you my girl
You could come by me
Yeah yeah yeah
You could come by me
Yeahhhh
You could come by me
Yeah yeah yeah
You could come by me
Yeahhhh
jewels extra large like stretch I'll show you my strength
Fiends get their check on the first
Be gone by the second the third they
Come on stolen shit
of eccies
I thought I would take my last exhale
Buried six feet deep and decayed
Nah my hearts still beating
A few years wild that won't reason
I was leaning
been
I suck at rapping man I was better hopeless
Inspiration in lesser doses, lack of imagination and you better focus
I remember when my dedication when
feet to the beat
I can walk today and take it all away
But one year ago
I was scared my bro
Didn't know how they would take it
But made 'em go apeshit
trend
When will they stop it and how will it end?
At that moment, three very wise kings wandered by
Following a star shining bright in the sky
From far
and reaches into his napsack
I feel like I want to run, but my whole body's stunned
I can't believe it, but Jay's got a ..
[Hook]
Verse 3 (character: Jay)
My
smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
You niggas six feet, we gettin'
smoking spliffs like it's Friday
I'm sitting sideways like I'm in my driveway
My champagne kicks, my shit three wheels
You niggas six feet, we gettin'
inspired by the prophet of rap like many kids
Jacob listen, this aligns with my lifelong aspiration
To finally elevate our financial situation”
A strangle
handed down
Feel my roots run deep in this ground
So stand me up tall in this seat
Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
And turn this earth over
to self-annihilate fed by our need for separation.
Unfocusing my eyes,
black and white fall into grey.
Why must we cast the two as distinguishable at all?
in my name
4 Corners on the page contrary to a frame
I am not here to place blame
I have been called by the lord as Dane
Born with a tear speck on my
Jordan ones just be followed by the three
Were not fucking with sixteens we just end it at fourteen
All new Balenci’s, Dior, Followed with yeezys
All
addicted to the pain that comes from you
Always looking for another way for me to stay accrued
Even when I'm right next to you I feel the distance
Three feet
with a mood to please
Offbeat but on time,
Kicking my feet
Witness the footwork, gotta channel beat
You look like a good flirt, can you handle the heat
sound like E
Say she wanna bring her partner, okay, that sound like three
Fresh off the yacht, feet in the sand
Walk in the club, me in demand
Got
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
(Chorus)
By this time next week imma be in a heavy groove
Got alot of money and i know just what to do
Im successful from my head to my shoe
And i
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