Lyrics:
you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin?
In '98 don't shit come free
Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times
(The curse, the curse)
Suavebaby you move like a genius
After this I'm finessing a remix
I'm on top and I'm still undefeated
Live the life that you niggas be dreaming
How they say I
her titty
All alone in the house
We were playing house by ourselves
(Don't tell nobody)
Go play with David
David's gay
And he's trying to get me to play
Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho
It's been expected David has to get bigger
Like a pregnant woman in the stage of labor
I was born to deliver
So while these fashionistas rapping about
Know what I needed a real one wont be defeated
Your love is all that im fiendin you want me there no concealin
No feelin like you dont see me no wastin
Like I said "Huh"
Don't ever come around
If you ain't got the 1s
My niggas tryna do this shit just for fun
Im still surrounded all by these evil people
Never been tagged to them
This gone sound crazy
But I feel like magic man
Not even David
Could explain the Blaine to my blazes
I'm going insane
Blanket my
speakin' no more
Stack that paper like a fill-out form
Yeah, know I'll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time but name a nigga who be on time
You
I can't be driving a train
I'm shooting these threes, I act like I'm Dame
Getting colder and colder can't be following these days
I'm hopping
wind
Microphone cyclone blowing in your ears like your girlfriend
Till the world ends all these minds puttin' work in
Employ these toys on a job
take me home
Finish with a Tardar and an Au-vouir
Hitting these bars up like Frank Lampard
I hope they all cross the line by far
They go over ya head so
and together
Fly around the circle nine times
Find the girl I need, here’s my description
She has a soul like mine
Tell her:
Hey
My name’s the same
As the one
To Me Now
Pussy Niggas Like To Hide, Drop A Bomb And Surprise
Tired Of Lettin Niggas Ride, Gave Em To Many Times
I'm Sick Of Tryin, Sick Em ??? Flippin
To Me Now
Pussy Niggas Like To Hide, Drop A Bomb And Surprise
Tired Of Lettin Niggas Ride, Gave Em To Many Times
I'm Sick Of Tryin, Sick Em ??? Flippin
to that I'm not the boy who cried wolf
And yet there is a whisper in my head telling me that I am
I bury these thoughts by moving
A train is a room with
"No" to bread
Offered by the hand of the devil
Now it's clear
I've been here
Wandering the desert just like Him
This is my final test
To realign my
puddles, they sunk
They still sleep on me like they live in a bunk
Still out to kill these niggas on a hunt
Soon enough I'll be making 50 bands a month
I
This is David Nevermind
And today's controversy is coming from yet another member
Or should I say members of the hip-hop community (ayo, tell Fab
With Al Capone lips
I'm not trying to catch a case
For these soft hearted tricks
Soft hearts ain't worth the price
Of hard time or a full clip
I ain't
count these bills
Wanna know my fortunate? Spin the wheel
I don't heal, I just steal, Eat these rappers up like a meal
Make my decision, I won't yield
My
on my wrist
All these niggas would say that I'm flooding
It's time to put fucks in
Lay a hand on my guy, are you buzzing?
I would kill you for him
to you niggas lame
Aye, disappear on 'em like David Blaine
Combat boots on me like Major Payne
These niggas is funny like Damon Wayans
Boy you so
tried to remix that old-ass record with a rat (you played yourself)
All these rappers gettin' shot, not one bullet hit Tekashi
They really let that
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