Lyrics:
I'm about to level up
Got plays up in my cellular
Momma said she always knew that I was nothing regular
I'm feeling like my mental's fucked
That's
a touchdown
Ran on the money, hall of fame of finesse, ain't no Jim Brown
I know my momma she proud of me
Young rich nigga, we the new trend now
Came a long
a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.a.a.d city
"Man down
Where you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
"Where
BnB
Pounds in the kitchen
You could ask my momma i been gettin it
I had paper all inside my mattress
I just got some head from a actress
You be
Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds
I'm stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
Let that top down on my Beamer til' I'm tired
Deported in and out of hate my speed rising by the day
End of all this shit be higher than the American poverty rate
Wish I wouldn't have to wait for
me at a young age
And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way
And comin home late every night
I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck,
I growed up lookin' up to wrestlin'
I found out it was fake and started hustlin'
Momma told me if you put the muscle in
You gonna make a lot
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
a lil faster
Please
Speed
By the looks you
Seem intrigued
Immaculately
Tease
Iron sharp
Pants Crease
Bigger plates
Bigger feast
So tired of
Changing
the city I'm a speed racer
This is not tag I'm not gonna chase her
Tryna get to the top like an elevator
Momma countin on me that's my motivation
Kids
gymnastics
I'm flipping whatever's left in the attic
Mt kitchen off limits
My momma been bitching
She know we use soda way more than addicts
Look, Glock
the attic
Mt kitchen off limits
My momma been bitching
She know we use soda way more than average
Look, Glock came extended no cap
Bus out the rap
I'm
bring this on the floor
Get you sleepin' then do the same thing to your whore
Got a chip on my shoulder, it's getting heavy as hell
All the nigga had
tryna kill something
You know I do this on the regular, I'm telling ya
I smoke loud though, I don't smoke no regular
Dear John letter to all my
Fresh as fuck that’s how it go
I hear you hating on the low
Player, you should let it go
I’m not your regular degular
Don’t call my cellular
I do what I
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
Robert
Davis on the regular
Ya feel me, I pop my trunk then pop it in
(pop it in)
My top I droppin' in (droppin' in)
I'm a sit sideways
Then ride my
mouth and my pinky ring, my wrist and my neck
I'm 'bout my business so give me my cash or give me my check
See I can biblically remember me and Trae
Little me puttin Slim shady on blast
Back when my momma woudda whoop my ass
For saying the type of shit that I be sayin
Aint nobody leaving I am staying
[Chamillionaire]
She say she listens to my music, but she can't get into it
She don't like it regular speed, she like it when they screw it
What I'm fin to do is,
stepping bout the gang
And you know I'm standing on my name
That stick it stand by me, everywhere I go me and my flame
I'm starting to feel like ah dragon I
gotta live it up until I'm done
My momma looking at me like I'm the one
Balling on these n***** like I'm Lebron
Pinky ring blinging b**** I'm a don
Ain't no regular degular (degular)
You keep hitting my cellular (cellular)
Say you the best but i'm better (Yeah)
Sifike sayenz i'feeling (feeling,
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