Lyrics:
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I cold hurl
Ten months in this gut what the fuck
I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck
Wild juvenile rippin' mics
in private but never tagged a post or ever mention
Free the ones who never told, lone live my cousin's soul
Every since a juvenile , we stuck up
the corner tee
This struggle too familiar
This ain't what i wanna see
Bitch i want dollar signs fuck astronomy
I wish upon a star
Every night before i go
Flashing car lights, car lights
Crashing down from the high
Is this who we are (who we are)
We're damsels, damsels and juveniles
Always, running from petty
Night by night, now that 10K got me right
Fuck who did me wrong, it's only right
I put it on my song, free my niggas locked alone (free the guys)
I
Snatch ya bitch and have ya on some fall-out shit
You lil' niggaz is targets
Too hard to figure who triggers he dodgin'
Call your sergeant, Weezy Baby
fuckin' right I did this beat
I tried to tell them niggaz bro
I come with my own look, my own sound, my own style
Who the fuck you think drawed this crowd
I was taught that loyalty is priceless, so true love shouldn't cost a dime
I done been scarred by your love, so deep inside, my heart still cryin'
she ain't wanna fuck when I wear Jordan's
Might have a baby with this Haitian bitch just so my child be foreign
I'm paper chasin' in 'bout sixty ways, I
the rapidness
Who 'bout to clap at this, we at the top of our ranks
Your shit is juvenile compared to my style you shootin' blanks
Behold this metropolis,
quad
I'm hyping up wicked chants every game
Then go home to see the girl who's taking my last name
This song is getting so monotonous
An D-line is
and time would tell
You thinking that I'm jealous, a crazy fucking ex
But this is it, fuck off! Jump over a cliff
Cos you'd cut me off and block me if she
to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism (fuck that)
And what
And I don't need approval
I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round
And I don't need to be
So immature and juvenile
But I don't give a fuck about
What
know I'm saying
Sometimes there's a lot of people on the street who can't make it
You know what I'm saying, we can do this
I'm doing this for a good
But Frank Ocean is great too
But you know who the greates of all of us?
Who do ya'll think? Nope
Kid motherfucking Cudi radio, fuck you!
Oh yeah I'm
as fuck, but they won't envy me
Who you be, bitch, I be the MVP
I dump this bitch, I ain't any enemy
I catch him out where I want him, nigga, he gon' rest
Fuck all my exfamily and friends!
You know who the fuck you are?
Do you know who the fuck you support?
And all that I'm cool with, you can also fuck off!
Alright den
We onnat
I'm on some hot boy shit
Foreal
They ain't bouta pop this shit like me
Like Weezy F and Juvenile type shit
I'm talm bout some
Majik Ninjas comatose ya
And turn your body to a ghost of
Who you was before you showed up
Talking shit to this professionals you
Know you can't control
shit
I learned that from the G's
A G is a overseer, the overseer sees
More than you do cause he gets experience
And besides I'm just a juvenile
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I'm
represent 'til I fall under the dirt boy
I run wit' Juvenile, BG, and Turk boy
And we the hottest, of the hottest
Of the damn hot
In helicopters with my
and I'll be in to see y'all
Talk to 'em - your mayor ain't your friend, he's the enemy
Just to get your vote, a saint is what he pretend to be
Fuck him!
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