Lyrics:
testes
That .40 by my side incase these cops test me
That .40 by my side, cause they will not catch me
I'm going for five stars, no jail in my future
Or want hollow tips in your neck
For trying to put me in check
Mate, this is chess, you're just a pawn
That message has been in effect
Go get you in witness
these rap clones
Find me by the creak in a black cloak
Grey don't got no face I never show it I'm all cracked bones
Zed pulling I got the hail
everywhere, east to west
Cash in on a yacht and a private jet
No, I ain't stopping
Until I'm the best
This beat got a zest
More and more never less
Gave
bricks, they ain't shot no pistol, niggas ain't on a song wit Twista.
Hey...
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
Ward bound
Pulled up acting and class so they'll know
The south on shine cause we ain't broke no more
[Chorus]
thoughts
I began the process of saying no to pride, being more humble and possessing an open mind
Because having to close one cost
Basically, I'm the same
virus like Norton
I got more bars than a warden
Throw on some Versace rims to match the chains that I'm sportin'
Warning
What you're about to hear is
My brain says no but my heads feeling brand new
Won’t you come over and spend some time, if that’s what you want
Turn the red light on just for fun,
in a pink mercedes
Cause later when you sleep
There’ll be no more peaceful dreams
We’ll be up in your apartment
Pray the chopper doesn’t scream
to
The blackened red sky
As I live with the purpose
To know I must die
Living each day with
More questions and
Sensing the tips of my fingers
With vengeance
the the good guy on the inside and I'm only tryna get by
I had to slow down on the alcohol cause it was killin my insides
Drinking more than the average guy
Linen all foreign
I'm touring with foreign models
Order more bottles them bitches
Is gon' swallow
And I got so many hallow tips
I swear I'm going hallow
to like, don’t make sense no more.
So when you make it past the poison that’s been deafening your ears
What do you do with the space you worked so hard
afterlife
I never knew it was possible
To be free by being just one more
Slit my body open
Inject the light into my veins
Poison's about to hit
It make
shorty more stacked than a lego set
Start tootin' it over, salute you a soldier
Just drunk and in love, I don't need to be sober
So once I approach you,
rap is back
No more fuckin' wack
Shit, if you bring that
You will get back-hand smacked
By both of my palms with money stacks
I'll blast you to the past
plate
There's so much I really gotta say
All the stress that's weighing on my brain
All this work at such a little wage
Well make it out, I know I got
a line of cane
Told me she had street smarts
And makes her bags by giving brain
Calling me papi with no champagne
Twisting her hands making it drain
Open
mothafuckin' funk
Then bring it to the crew
So bring it on if your ass want to trip
And to this hollow-tip, bitch
Blast that ass, yes I would
Cause
worth living for
Because of who He is He makes me
Want to give Him more and more
Because of who He is
So I take my body and use
It for the glory of God
Damn
Went through all that pain no more stress clogging my brain
Silver linings in my veins (my kingdom come)
No more lurking in the dark no more
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