Lyrics:
shoes
And come lay down, you're staying late
I hate liars, keep it real with me, bae, you got a man
She asking for unreleased music, okay, cool, you
the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
and when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
they know my shit ain't rented (why?)cause I got two
yeah I got
that (??)
I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
And when my Benz pa** by they be like "I hope he in it"
They know my s*** ain't rented
working for
Ja he gonna retire in two years, man
You gon’ be 48 rapping
You dumbass hmph but what the
Fuck I really expect
Man? This nigga can’t even
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck
gettin' money just to treat you and me
Used to wear a G-Shock, now I wear like 50
50 in my hands, 50 in my pants
50 songs unreleased and I'm like "Oh man
that?
(why you do me like that?)
It used to be love on wax lil homie
Why you do me like that?
(why you do me like that?)
It used to be love on wax (on
Yea mind yo biz and go get rich
Get it by yoself don't let a nigga tell you shit
Or a bitch
Look at how the plot twist
I done took the risk to put these
mastering a masterpiece please
Whack rappers leave that music unreleased
And ask yourself just what type of artist you wanna be
Cos vacancies are limited
Two, be focused not bokeh
Three, do what you were soppse do uhh (okay)
Still stay sweet like a soda onna track
Buttom me the glas that you sip for
Hey you know he's learned. Because before we used to just beef and now he's like, Okayâ?¦I'm out. It's real. God gave us a brand new relationship, man
Whole game full of demons, call us body catchers
Better watch how you speaking, my bro go to tweaking
Treat him like unreleased, leave his ass leaking
Oh,
it out and give you wings watch me flyer boy
Used to be a Hot Boy now I'm fire boy
I'm talkin' fire, like rubbin' corduroy
Oops, I meant corduroy,
crying by his hoe, nigga, that's not my problem, uh
Back in that mood, thought that I was gone They like, Zoe where you been? Bro, man, where you on
I been
used to be like you on the low
A nigga that's a realist but he kinda shallow
I gotta let you know you gotta know how to drop the ego
If you don't gonna
love you
That W, the legacy of little niggaz muggin' you
The fuck, what's up with you, yo, you suck, nigga
Benches used to pluck niggaz, we be
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
caught a bullet with another man's name on it
Now he can't do leg day or put strain on it
Every time you hear me freestyle, I put pain in it
I used
you and you got me back,
It ain't no one else, it's just us two, it's you plus me, it's me plus you,
All praise be to God, He gon' see us through,
comin' soon
How can sky be the limit when
There's footprints on the moon?
Now, I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes
Spitting lines to the illest
I got dreams baby
I got dreams to make it big
But you ain't know bout me?
Well now you know I'm bout the biz
I got dreams baby
I got dreams
V o n d o
Put respect on it 10 fold
Diamonds dancing like Dlo
Two chains on that's akimbo
Trying to see we on
But you wont pick up no info
Got
(Aye Verb)
Now I know some niggas get they ass
Grabbed And don't be playing nothing
But at Summer Madness 2 You got your
Ass grabbed and wasn't even
the unimportant feud. You will find the invisible link
Stay strong. Independent. And show off all your funky flaws
Be more transcendent, and break all those moral
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