Lyrics:
immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid
on the cement floor
And closed the door behind me
I came back into the house through the Dungeon
From another door into the kitchen
And said, "This is not how
look, where we going? yeah
I'm taking over now
Been in the game since 2-3 October now
I'm fucking it up, listen to over now
I'm setting the pace
How they
diamonds on my neck look like fluid (drip)
I'm from the Zone 3 if you niggas ain't knew it (3)
I'm throwin' up the north 'cause that is my hood (North)
hand me down
Now I had my fair share of these women
But they came between me and my suit
There was a filly from Boston, a barmaid from Houston
Not
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Knowing everything from there on must be right
Just a notion
But somehow I know I'm not wrong
If it's our destiny
There's nothing we can do
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
Houston
But in Miami
Her ass was tweaking
Naw I'm playing
We was litty
Eating Cuban cuisine
I know somebody everywhere
So Imma always have tree
I am
the snitch know to get it on
24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
me down
Three button hand me down
Hold on a minute
Now I had my fair share of neat women,
But they came between me and my suit.
That was
clueless instead
I was 3 doors down from the enemy
Ready as I’ll ever be
3 doors down from the enemy
I’m ready as I’ll ever be
Not always there but he’s
Play
What it ain't there no more? I took it down
I be buildin' this from the ground up, obviously some NF inspiration
In some of my lyrics, but
making calls knocking on doors collecting that money it’s been a long time but I’m finally getting money
I’m putting it down picking it up winning that
Yeah where I'm from, they shooting out all weekend
It's Uptown nigga, lay your ass down nigga
Across the 'Stead, shooting them canons and spit crazy
a bottle of water
Into a major American city in less than three days are trying to win a war
People was poor before the hurricane came
But the down
a cup of coffee then I'm out the door heading down to the lobby
Wave hey to everybody, get to my car, yup there goes Ronnie
Start my trek to Fort Laudy
that look like Drea
Catching bricks off in the mail
Nudie jeans
Ice creams from Pharrell
I'm a player
Came in the game
Knock at the door
Nobody
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
One, two, three, four!
Wake up and live, y'all,
Wake up and live!
Wake up and live now!
Wake up and live!
Life is one big road with lots
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
And we done lost the realest
It's been years and we still feel it
On this road to the riches
On this road to the riches
Long live my woedai them
some shootin' stars
I got far from playin' my cards right, young nigga super smart
Solo in that two-door, super fly, plus, I'm the hero
Juiced up,
back on the road (back on the road)
I'm back on the road again
I'm back on the road
Had to flip me a load
Had to get me some pros again
Go from city
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