Lyrics:
put Ye in my verses?
I'm selfish, I want all of the curses
I'm pre-bookin' the churches
Me versus three hearses
If we all go to Hell it'll be worth
even I'm at odds
At a struggle with the battle between my fame and my God
Asking myself if I feel I've done wrong
While I stand by the lyrics
niggaz if all they try to do is cake her
I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a muthafuckin player
So tell
is right
We can bring it right back
Saved
Got the weed, we can sit by the beach if we wanna get faded
But if that's not the vibe, yeah, it's cool
(Jigga)
What's my motherfuckin name? (Jigga)
And who I'm rollin with huh? (My niggas)
Uh-huh-uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
Niggas better get it right
I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks
I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em
I swear to god if I could
I'd never turn the page
Living the rest of my days on stage
Fucking with bitches that never age
I'm so
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
yo' fucking tooth out
What he think I'm a do if he try me?
I'm taking the whole new route
That s brain particles all over his shoulders
His arms and his
I lost track of them all I lost track of them all right now
I lost track of them all I lost track of them all by now
stress that you had it's all in
was burning
To say what was going through his mind
This summer, he tells me, was something like
This: "If I'm going to say this
I'm going to be
Better
into the cab|And then I settled down inside||He asked me if I seen a road|With so much dust and sand|I said listen bud I've travelled|Every road in this
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
the garbage in the snow
But that's not what I'm here to tell you about
I'm here to talk about the draft
They got a buildin' down in New York City called
prom— I promise!
This is a token of my affection
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
I'm here to make right what is destined
I love
the worst side of me and yeah, fuck anxiety
I'm not for that, if you talkin' smack
I got no problem knockin' you right on your ass
The villain's back, you
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
I'm beautiful in my way
Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself
Simple slim, man I'm large, mashin' so big like a fo' by fo'
Show my do' and if not it's hoe by go
Ain't a hoe after I can slow my flow
My wheels
right
Usually I'm educated on the track, right now I want none of that
Y'all ain't getting none of that, don't wanna talk just make it clap
Girl
Yeah I'm
, I'm not even hearing them
I make ya head nod left, what, your head nod right
and if you not bumping this then your head not right
I make ya head
clowns, what's the shit about?
They used to doubt now they see us sprout and I'm out
Suspect niggas don't come outside
You might get your wig pushed
Right track wrong train (echoes)
I'm not to blame (echo)
Right track wrong train... train
I read my schedule but my train wasn't there
I re-read my
So pass the uh and get the hype (say what, say what, uh-huh)
Alright, we gon' party tonight (what, what, what)
(Maganoo, what?)
If you're livin'
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