Lyrics:
daughter and niece and you look at your phone
It’s another tragedy black man was killed by police and the judge ain’t even do nun about it
I’m in the studio
Uh. We in here counting dead president heads
Up in the years, it's been up in the mills of dead president heads and counting
They put pictures
settle in
We went from best friends to you being my girlfriend
Promise to stick by your side until the world ends
When disaster strikes you know I’m gonna
don’t lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo’s gaff
(skurting ay)
2 2 gyal getting moved by 2 2 man
(2 2 man ay) come off the decks if you
Can’t mix
to the big rap scene
Get money don't spend on clothes
Same grey sweats and a long black tee
I, put the dollar I made in new mics
Studio gear the gear for my
He woke up did a brief stretch
Then about three sets of push ups
Washed up, inhaled a deep breath
And said im'a create
Took it to the studio
songs getting streamed
I only get like two new views each week
(Facts)
Ha haaa
(Ha ha ha)
I love it though
I feel wonderful
When I'm making all this shit
My life a movie it's great
Told em' just wait
living my life by the day
Don't tell me if you don't wanna do this anymore
Cause I do not care what you
with Trivago
That's a bar tho
Artist with my words
I'm painting pictures like Picasso
Tryna whip a Royce
And I ain't talkin bout no Marco
Mental Health
a lake)
Don't get blinded by my chains (Aye)
When it shines in your face (Tula Tula)
I picture myself in a frame (Frame)
My song is on top of the charts
They tell me
"Maybe you should let her go
Focus on yourself
All your songs sounding like letters bro"
You don't got the pictures and the memories
Don’t you know
We star in a picture show
I can't let go
As the credits start to roll
Once upon a time in Hollywood
We were young and all was new
Walking
Gucci, Cartiers and Saint Laurent
Got all these mixed emotions, got to put 'em in a song
You want me 'cause I'm on, you want me 'cause I'm on
You gold
took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh, oh
I met your
in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
Holla oochie bang bang
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
off to your pictures later
You fucking idiot I hate to break the news to ya
But you don't have a fuckin' chance in hell
Lets break it through to ya
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
Violins should be played, how I'm stylin'
Comment "Where", she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New
me, I came from the dirt
(Who's the king?)
Money my motivator, the songs that I sing
Picture a peasant passin' from pawn to a King
You tell me ya
of surprises
You don't what will hit you
Don't be fooled by everyday life
Something new can arise
We might even stop natural disasters
Or even float in midair
Picture perfect
Take a snapshot
Kiss me like you can't stop
You're my backdrop
Meet me in the sandlot
I'd take a walk on the beach but the sands too
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