Lyrics:
where, from this ghetto life area
Cause everyday you're getting scarier
*blam blam* and scarier and scarier
Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
Talkin
loves you pretty baby?
Who's gonna love you mama?
Who loves you,
Who loves you pretty baby?
When tears are in your eyes,
And you can't find
Let's do it
Turn the lights down low, let me spark my blunt, get in my zone
Ryco they gotta know who the one is by now, you know I'm talkin' bout
the devil marchin' in
She sent me Bible verses
Then I got distracted by some
Nudes from a sex worker
Who am I to not text back? That's networking
Who am I
Where You From? Who The Boss? I'm'a Break Him Off
Where You From? Who The Boss? Lemme Break Him Off
I Hear Him Talkin', But He 'Bout To Get That Ass
the whole world talkin'
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Jermaine is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides talkin
You know who it is
It's Lil Uzi Jeff, yeah
Talkin' 'bout those ooga boogas, yeah
Let's finna hit it
Ah ih, hey
Ayy yeah
You know who we talkin' 'bout
Yeah
Damn it's been a minute
Yeah
Uh
Temperature dropping
Bodies are dropping like flies
When are you dropping?
They anxious for a reply
Soon as I
Yeah, why you be talkin' bout nothin'?
Or maybe you don't understand it
I'm talkin' bout something for someone who'll get it, cuz
I want to
How can you
me now No
Who Gone stop me now huh
Who gone stop me now huh
Who gone stop me now huh
Are you gone stop me now No
Cuz I been standing by
well-rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her titties hung
well-rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her titties hung
drive
Some days the mission seems to be just to survive
I have arrived, barely alive
But my physical condition set aside
Here's to you, and all you
stolen
Steady rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Clock platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout
the Children of promise, just like Isaac
But you are now being persecuted by those who want to keep the law
Just like Ishmiel, the Child born by human effort,
stay or should I go
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'till the end of time
But you gotta let me know, whoa, whoa, whoa
Should I stay or should I
You got me fucked up if youn understand what I'm sayin
This shit got me fucked up sayin R.I.P. to my mans
This bitch got me fucked up think I'm
it
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your prime
When faced with the final judgment of today
Who profited from
our chains dangle (yeah)
And before the theatre in my crib, it was plain cable (mm)
Oh, are you lame, ain't you? (Yeah)
And if you lame, you stay
[Tech talkin]
Huh, My nigga Don Juan...damn
I Been knowin you a long time nigga, heh
We did a lot of shit together man
On this music tip man
scammed, uh
Funny that I'm standin' with the
Dude who made Stan but never treat me like a
Fan, 'cause what I am, what I am
Whatever you say I am, shit
If I
them O'Jays was talkin' bout
Fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass
You think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
And they smile in your face
probably elope
Nobody knows how I shoot for the stars or aim at the moon
Or how I put a band-aid pon a bullet wound
Or, how no matter who you are I'm just
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