Lyrics:
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
the sun
In the east, dancing in the west
Having fun
Pourin up liquor
Cuz I'm living to die
Smoking Bob Marley
No woman, no cry
She a day tripper, took
the field?
Flow sick lyrically i am ill
U miss me i got a vibe u cannot kill
And These bitches gonna die trynna match up the skill
Came in game with
Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty
I was in and out deep in that field where niggas die by thirty
Hangin' with the killers
love won't be divided (oh oh oh oh oh)
If love a-was a thing a me say money could a-buy
The rich man would a-live a me say poor man would die
If
tell me why we got to die
And kill each other one by one
we've got to love and rub-a-dub
We've got to dance and fall in love
But what I really
tell me why we got to die
And kill each other one by one
we've got to love and rub-a-dub
We've got to dance and fall in love
But what I really
was playing close so all he heard was fye fye
Bullet whistle by yo ear next one it's a quick demise
Feel like Tom Brady way I let all these bullets fly
was sitting by myself and got sucker punched
They hit my head hard and knocked the food right off my tray
Beat me to the ground and poured some milk
die ya
Look to the way you diving
Now you gotta rise to the top
Remember your the only one you got
I felt like Tom Hanks on that movie castaway
down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place
the day I die
'Til I die
Yeah my mind is clouded by a demon I can not shake it off I don't know who to trust
Demon
My mind is clouded by a demon
My mind is
go everyday thinkin' what it'd be like if y'all never left
It's just unreal for me to believe that you're gone
As I see it, there ain't gon' be a way
ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and prime
ain't got nothing that you showing for it
Rocking Yeezy
Fuck a Tom Ford
I ain't wearing designer
If all my people had to die for it
It's on my mental
fuckin' murder by this ballpoint in my right hand
Assassinatin' these beats and I don't need no fuckin' hype man
I quench your bitch's thirst, and I don't
posed to those with comorbidities
That’s forty-five percent, by the way, almost as many as voted him in
Actually, way more, just 27-percent gave him
love me
When I'm in the streets
You would die you'd bleed
See when life threw punches at
You ain't bob or weave
Can't believe it turned this way
Girls
to take some time to get my mind back focused
What up old ways
Bet you never thought you'd be talking to me in this moment
Been a few days, years, some
killed them
I'm the reason they still alive
They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life
I'm a lyrical genius
Or possessed by
Heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
That God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who would of thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be
vision
When niggas who ain't ready to die get shot for livin
Stepped out the building another day, my time was tickin
But had to make a U turn, damn
the soldiers of the peace
Of mind that they need
Bullets are hard to telegraph when
They bob and they weave
The only way a guerilla war can ever be over
Is when
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