Lyrics:
don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it alone
You creeping with the king of the throne
You sleeping in a tee and a thong
With your hair in
write my own rules
Shawty in a hand stand
Move them cheeks real smooth
D Scott I'm the man
Leader of the new school
Not respected by my peers
But let's
to do with my private life
So stay the fuck out of my business and tend to your own damn life (life)
So go 'head and say what you want to say
About who
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
Caruso’s walking and he’s lost
Bro can’t find the trash can
Gives the look of pure exhaust
Physics on the sheet banana in his hand
Will he cheat does he not
Easy, back up, turn your radio
Turn your radio off
Watch me now, baby, baby
Uh uh, uh uh
Bitches in my ear, they saying they love me
You don't
why my niggas moving Kelly
Bundy by the dub rock
Just got in some loud and
I'll make the bud pop
It got red hair like Peggy, my eyes bloodshot
I got
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
sprinkle with rose petal dust
My life is a blatant contradiction
Pray you and mistreat you
With holistic intentions
Catch that midnight train to Georgia
Call
trippin'
Pistol at my desk, I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand in my corner pocket, play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick, both
thing, not a gram more
Gave your bitch the keys to a Urus, she was stuck in park
I done climbed my way up out the trenches, now I'm climbin' charts
(Big L) my crew be deliverin hot lead
When gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch
Nobody can fuck with the way I be
Killing the shit in rap
may come my way)
My life (my life is in your hands)
With Jesus I can take it, come on (with Jesus I can take it)
With Him, I know (with Him I know
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
damage ya dogs where the you-Haul in my truck
The camera installed, hand upon my balls
Call the morgue, I'm killin' 'em, even Kyle is not feelin' 'em
When
though
Gotta stay clean, plus mami in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect
I live to be fly to death
It's the Birdman Jr, sincerely yours
When it rains it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Now I'm on top of them game remember I was nothing
If I talk to your girl, man I swear you lucky
Oh, swim in it, oh,
hands in the air
love the image of the happy Buddha with his hands in the air
hands up if you're confused, define tomorrow
your belief system ain't louder
What's the plan
I'm a stick it to the man
End of the day got a million in my hand
I am an enigma
Free of any stigma
You post it on the insta
I stick it
like an oompa loompa
You ain't gotta screw up your face
In front of the kids
Won't you lighten up like Michael did?
I grew up with killas man
People who
bought it
Don't hit my line about your deck 'cause I ain't got it like
I ain't got the patience to sit at a city college, yeah
Relationship with
Then shakes hands with underage fans
I'll sponsor Colin Kaepernick just to
Piss off the racist pricks
I'll take a shit and rub their face in
It then make
want intercourse in the back, fuck up my seats so you paying for it
Solo dolo, Scott Mescudi, what's your problem, caught you bluffing
III on my soul
hand on that pussy
Got my left hand on that booty
And I got my right hand on that pussy
Up in that six hundred
You ain't even seen it
Touchin' on it,
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