Lyrics:
this shit for me, I do this shit for my kids
I teach 'em how to go and get it when they ready to leave
I'm tired of livin' up in hell when I know
tell me that this G shit is played out some people went the other way I stayed right here so what now?
There’s no road maps to life handed out to bastard
know you're right
show your right
yeah, what up people livin' in this world
who know that the time is now
peace to the sun child, Gods and earths alike
start dissin
All you Eastside rappers, you had to start pissin
Me off, you're soft, you're finna get tossed
By two boss players who's your dope rhyme
by my own screams
Lucifer masturbated in my dreams
It means somebody's gonna get fucked
In the worst way and none of y'all hoes
Is touchin' my wordplay
This is your time baby
So don't be afraid
I'm hear all the way
This is your night
Girl now get it hype
You here it loud and clear
Oh baby get out
I, steady grind for all of this doe
Y'all niggas grinds way too slow
Come fuck with me if you want get it
Scheming on how to make more doe
To the day
Why tf this bitch keep
playing with the stick and she bust it
Too much ice on me adjust it
God the spirit i trust it
Ya bitch came my way i must hit
Because that’s the
Future that’s the niggas
They got me and Cudi it’s life
We’ve got a hundred years out here, a
Hundred years on this planet, bro
And we
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
gold
This magic can never be sold
Therе's things that never get old
Likе Grace Jones, Honey Dijon
Let's go
Follow me
And Let's go
To a place where we
acroos the world,
I seen you at my show
Wit' your girl.
Back in italy, but you
Are still into me.
'Cause if you are,
I'm here to let ya know
You
quarter pressure
Breadwinners stamp
With the metal box
Five ton jack
With the acetone, recompress it back
Took a 4 way out each one and it's jumpin'
Waiting for the world tour
And a bunch of cousins
Waiting for award shows
And not to mention
Hoes offering to remove clothes
And many more with hands out
data)
With your data, goat (Ey)
With your data, goat
So e get this guy wey dey always ping me like
Nigga wanna be my guy
We just dey chat, never had
the facts for stacks to rap (ruthless)
And those that max, relax and let the blacks get jacks (ruthless)
I'm getting taxed, by packs and packs of angry
a slope
When the worlds cold they give me a coat
People know that lately I’ve been working hard
Looking for a show get my payed to be a star
Be humble I
the charges
Don't let me see you in here again
Let this be a lesson learned, if you don't know your player rules
You liable to violate the game and get sent
the worst,
Emptied out by a single word
There is a hollow in me now
So I put my faith in something unknown
I'm living on such sweet nothing
But I'm
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
I'm that nigga
Jack Tripper, Jack Jack Tripper
Keep 2 bad bitches you know that I'm that nigga
This one bitch call me her baby boy she like my
never do mention it
Kaleidoscope all in my head
I'm gong through mental fits
Keeping up with all the jones'
I'm tired of measuring
Want me to be like
The way you walk around me. The way you're talking to me.
Makes me wonder. If this was only play.
And I wonder will you still love me?
Do you still love me
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
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