Lyrics:
point two's
I got point three's
In a world so cold
Don't freeze
Moving that product the same colour as goats cheese
Living like some ballers
Watching out
rifles
And Das EFX' mask
Red moccasins, Emerald City is my metropolis
I dust rappers
I don't give a fuck what the topic is
You can never win, you're not
on it this game
Here owe me my moment
They probably know me by moments momentarily
Well soon enough this gone be they therapy
Man soon enough these
Ayy, listen is this working, yeah?
Cool, look
Brother, would you ride for me?
And if I died today
Would you put some shells in a nine
And go
Far beyond my consciousness
Is where gods and goddesses live
Looking for a place to heal
From the pain my ancestors lived
I truly wanna believe
impolite
Baby, I'm just livin' my life (shit, you good?), you only get one, so just live it right
None of this shit came overnight, took so many long days
flock dives you'll die
Why don't you fly on by?
If your flock dives you'll die
You can get up under the wind and glide away
The sky is big enough
Ain't a thing gonna move unless they speak to me
If this was '88, I would be writing raps for Eazy-E
Every day I'm better than my last there ain't no
streaming live like
Are you big on TikTok?
Fuck that, this is hip hop
On my way, yeah, just watch
Now you see I get got
Get got what I want, I never had
frequently freeze
The entities that constantly be feeding off of ego
By belittling the freedom seeking individuals
Whose only desire is to live their lives in
betta know I'm a boss too
Won't let you snatch my feet from up under me
I do this to comfortably
Laugh, love, live, life. What you see is what you get
LOOP is the troupe
And I ride with my shooters
This big body Bordeau
I ride with my shooters
I pull up in phantom, my niggas is troopers
Put shells
We stay high all of the time
Roll up 3 lets hit a ride
We smoke weed just to get by
This is how I live my life
Roll up the bud and lets start smoking
Jay-Z
And you, fake thugs is unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaow!
Dead
Jay-Z
And you, fake thugs is unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual, blaow!
Dead
and boy don't quit"
I say This is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldn't be like that
'cause the way I write rhymes you will
every texture of your voice inside my dreams
You’re swimming through my consciousness like this is just your alternate reality
You make me & strong
we out here
When I'm fighting with you all I see is the colour red
Two hundred and eighty five in my corvette
(POW) gunshots you better come correct
I
that muddy
Mix it with the sprite
My nigga tripping lost a play for twenty thousand it's alright
We one make it back tomorrow
The way I chocked this
Hearing holy holy holy coming out of the mouth
Of the four living creatures by His throne all around
Can you picture the scene this this is how it's going
When it's beef, Na Na stash this heat
For all y'all asses
My bitches rollin' masta gats is popular
357 drop for ya
It ain't No Limit to my three
catching COVID
I wanted to live in a mansion in Hollywood Hills
Yeah bitch I shoot for the thrills
Once I will graduate college and flip off the past
See my
black cotton in God's eyes
Speak
Black cotton
Steady stressin', Smith and Wessons, count my blessings
Class is in session, the worst question is
a story with my lyrics
Ain't no rapper that I mimic
One of a kind
Focus on my grind
Always moving ahead
Never looking behind
This is my time to shine
With
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