Lyrics:
as I can
While fightin' off all of the thoughts in my head
They know me best, like a book I'll be read
By the demons and be taken advantage of 'til I
glitch man
Have you reloadin like you need a fix man
Soul man, glow man, look at all the flow man
See me praisin when I'm rollin with the bro's man
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
I don't got the key to get in
So when you see me on your block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
This sound like an old shotty
A blast from the past *Gun Shots*
Yea that's yo ass
I ain't feeling you niggas
That shit ain't appealing to me
Back when I was 18
I felt I would never make it
Losing faith in myself
No faith in a Heaven lately
I would over think and then drown
In a pool
Of A Kind, A Man Supreme
I Know I'm In All The Ladies' Dreams
I'm The R-A-H And The I-E-M
I Put A Wiggle In Your Butt If a Tell Me When
I'm A Son Of A gun With
Yea I'm trying to live a life that's holy
If you knew the old me then you don't know me
These days I be reppin Jesus boldly
Where you going heaven
They saw us comin'
Man we standing on top
They can’t do shit about it brah
When you see me pull up in your hood
Man better know I ain’t cappin' nah
[Chorus:Repeat x4]
Can you kick it like I kick it when I kick this,
Can I get a witness? (Yes you can!)
New jacks better back up, before they
me realize all my problems as a man
So trust me when I say I give a damn
Sincerely my old lady
Lied on input old navy ship sailed
Best believe you blow
gone surface
Thirty go by and old money get spent
Thirty go by and you paying they rent
Thirty go by and they watching ya
I need a thirty for thirty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, remember me?
The hype man that came in to blaze shit
Brought in by the white man like I came on a slave ship
and chains; no master can
Whenever I'm drunk I get on my phone
And end up try to ring Chanel
She said 'Pick me up I'm with tings as well'
I've got pixie dust from Tinkerbell
Album
Inside a Man
Paul produced 10 tracks and I wrote 10 songs
Paul recorded me singing all the vocals
We spent at least a year meeting in his apartment studio
Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
Die young, corpse identified by your parents
Apparently you're a parrot
Mocking me and my blueprint
But I won't
Homicidal, vinyl section, where they always found me
By the motion picture soundtrack with Richard Roundtree on the album sleeve
That's my era shit
Musical
When I blow up needa new AP fuck plain needa get that rose gold
Thot bitch mad that she ain't gettin' hit I just ain't got time for old hoes
Too many
your ass in one gulp
I love to shit talk
You love to hear me talking shit on this
When Fresh dropping that nasty shit
That old uptown get down CMB
your
Allowance on albums, we're back in the 90s
When I was a four or a five year old crying
Nowhere in my mind would you find a desire to
Rhyme in
fulfill
Man of my word if I owe you im settling the debt
And if you owe me im here to collect
I've done too much wrong sometimes i feal like I need
is true
So find a place to get comfortable and I'll share it with you
This story started in a garden that was haunted by grace
Lovingly formed by
(Wow) Ryan told me let the beat breath
Wow
Spit that prayer hand emoji RIP Mac and Kobe
Becoming the highest version of myself I believe that's
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