Lyrics:
I drank
Kick it in my dojo, chillin solo
And I’m most dope, yes I’ve grown
And I go for my own gold and I slow roast
any old foe that I’ve chosen
the 011 with the slap so
I'mma rep both ones till I'm old
Til I got no rap in my bones
Til I got no slap in my soul
At least I'm having my soul
That's fact,
Just know we ain't capping
Deep in the water know the roots Harry Potter
Yung Carti looking fine you sure he ain't a daughter
But now my time is running
Changed my identity from sinner to no name
Gave my soul flame
Now it's nothing but Gospel
Whenever I flow man
From Philly to the mid-west right thurr
My mic
Call me son of James
I can't see you lames
Sicka black shades
A damn eve saint
Saint Laurent the frames
Supreme on the hanes
Holding up my things
down to my corduroys (La Flame)
Got bottles by the cases
Pussy by different races
I had to get her right
That pussy changed my life (straight up)
That
like mine and yours
So let's get married, in the sun
Have babies one by one
You can call them Theo, Grace, Lucas or Sally
Tom, Dick or Harry as long
are starting to catch my eye
Men my age, poor old darlings, they're worried and their harry
Some of them drink too much, whole lot of them are
working in a bank
A family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last
working in a bank
A family man, a football fan
And your name is Harry
How dull it seems
Yet you're the hero of my dreams
I can still recall our last
wasn’t sayin’ please
Gave my man her wasn’t sayin’ please
Locomotion by air, ain’t plain (Uh)
Locomotive they gone hop on the train (Uh)
Loco motives see
bringing back that old flame, tryna bring back that old spark
Run up on us, we both armed
That's my whip, need no arms
Fuck a brunette to Frank's blonde
Send
on the neck of me
This coupe I got from duPont Registry
The standard a hammer in my all rooms
I get a new Glock every week
My old bitch think I'm too rich
that I'm bringing
The crowd to enjoyment, by what I do
I keep the people cheerin', because of what they hearin'
Movin' and groovin',
prayin' for ya, prayin' that you'll trust in Him
This is my prayer for Aurora
My shout out and prayer for Aurora
This is my prayer for Aurora
My home town
cool but don't relax when it come to cheese
We by the pool but don't get water on my shirt please
My '61 is clean, there ain't a spec on my seats
Stay
make amends over old means and mimosas
My momma know I ain't make my bed, but I'ma lay in it
Whether there's sandpaper, suede linen
Whether I'm alone
Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasing
Dufflebag swollen, we holding
Drink chocolate milk before we roll
Old dog in it, the thug vaccine wit no pork in it
Vivid imagination paper chasing
Dufflebag swollen, we holding
Drink chocolate milk before we roll
the spitting and spilling shit different
Your vividly seeing my bars from a distance
I'm simply carving a path with my wisdom
Intellectually starved by
Gripping my balls
Death sentences is cold as
See your-own-breath temperatures (Invasion)
When your old life and the
Ten-point program didn’t mix
Panthers,
Tour around, go full circle, the map
Go by me, I can leave five in the trap
Word to the East End, that's subliminal death
Slap back your old tattoo, gun
bright light and some flame
And they know I fuck with all my bros' but I'm not trying to bang (I'm not trying to...)
And they calling themselves shooters
WELL HELLO, MY NAME IS JAMES
HAVEN'T WE ALREADY MET
IT SEEMS WE HAVE BY THIS PHOTOGRAPH
SITTING BESIDE MY BED
TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOU
TELL ME
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