Lyrics:
a house that never runs out of boxes
Knowing that if I put on my tennis shoes
And a fresh fit, I’ll end up sockless
By the end of the night, flip
soul
When 999 don't know how it all goes
I'm in that 1 percent fighting back control
Be plannin', fist up ready to roll
No, I won't fold, bend, and break
nothing was never given
I build it from ground up
I started out with my basement and builded my house up
I'm rich off opportunity, money gon' pile up
My
black and white
Now I'm bottom of the pile, a dusty photo
I'm afraid I'm gonna be left stranded by myself
All the foolish dreams I had inside of me
man
The sequence of a bad rip embided by shit
Soakin up the SiIva dick
CG man, can your coconut gun fire in spurts?
Aw yeah, no fuckin shit cG man
This
stand for nothing
Then I find sun and I just lie around
I sweep your dust all up into a small pile
And kick it up so that its scattered well
Clipping
begging you
We gotta tell the truth
And if I die today and my grave is a pile full of rubble, just remember my name
And if I lose my life by tonight, know I
It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag rolled up
And stashed behind
and it Give me chills
We be stacking up a pile of it
Fucking how you feel
And we got time today
Bitch I got anxiety, can’t conversate we fire away
We call
you stay by
Feel me when I'm in the clouds
call me head high
Saying don't you cry
Saying damn baby please don't cry
Everytime I look inside
I feel
were two aliens that fell hard in love
Just fucked up and broken from all those years we had before us
Being poked and prodded by people who thought us
he don't sell his soul"
"He should be good, man, he signed to Cole"
"He from the hood, nigga, down the road"
"He was just jugging right by
wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
this
Like your a pile shit
Posted up like a polished idiot
Polished genius, quote that
I mean polished idiot
Idiot, without it,
Be nothing but
in the morning
Man ah give thanks yeah
Give thanks give thanks yeah
For the blessings every day
Thankful thankful
Big ups big ups
Money just dey pile
around and get mad on the strength of conjugal visits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee [unverified]
Keep my shank close by me when I'm sleepy
like a brick of Brie
Nobody as sick as me I speak the truth and cause other mcs to have epiphanies
I’m riled up get your style up I’m leaving a pile up
More like glitter queen , compared side-by-side , you ain't shit to me
I'm like a 10 car pile up when I come and wreck the beat
I'm the Antichrist when
It's knowin' that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
Grocery list, come on over
Gross accessory to murder
You can be, fearless explorer
Se la vie, Casanova
Cruise the aisles, and body piles
But don't blame me,
Cali? No doubt, baby
West, West, y'all, pile it on your plate
A little somethin' somethin' from the Golden State
Nah, we ain't like Kobe and Shaq
It's
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