Lyrics:
crowded around me
Bound by the flow that I bring
So let's set this record straight
Time to set the record straight
You and me, we ain't nothin' alike
Let's
me
She asks for one more dance, and I'm like, yeah
How the hell am I supposed to leave
(Let's go, bring the beat back!) And I say
(Yeah!) Yeah!
expectations
Sonder, it's the fuel for my motivations
I'm breaking free from the chains that hold me down
Writing my own story, wearing my own crown
Sonder,
the tires, man I'm some fast fuel
Its up to God, man I'm gon' surpass you
We on the track too
Fuck on a groupie, man I call that fan fuel
Hand me the damn tool
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
All this space in my how it fuel me
All this space in my how it fuel me
Every time I lay down you swoon me
And if I don’t get up that’s okay
Okay
Oh
you thought of like juntao
When i spread with contact yall better fall back play by my new rules now
Since two thou i grew out you dont really want no
to depravity and tragedy that being a loner truly flatters me,
More than anything i want to remix that Churchill downs,
More than anything I’d like to live
than
Two little piles, and rather than bring that one up, we decided to throw
Ours down. That's what we did
Drove back to the church, had
the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at
Ridin', pass by while these niggas wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's
through
To teach important things to you
He'll teach you things you won't forget
Like numbers and the alphabet
(pic of Herry monster in red-white
and the stairway to hell
But this tune makes you float through the graveyards as well
Bring the ruin and the blows with these 8 bars I pen
Change the tune and I
talk you ain’t gotta speak
Bring food to the table or you ain’t tryna eat
If you don’t bring food then you dont need to find a seat
I can’t let them
it sound like crispy 20's being counted out
Shout it out mayne we done made it through another drout
Celebrate haters cant bring me down if you
Ain't no way this young fella ain’t gonna get paid
Doin doughnuts in a Lamborghini
I must say
My pretty lady kinda bad as hell but you know that’s
the rails all night
Off the rails give 'em hell
When I'm in the zone they hear the bells
Cannot take me down without a fail
Left right hook concussion
Flush
the hood broke
A couple knew what they was doin', so they came back like good coke
Down south they'll tell you 'kiss is good folk (that's right)
Up north
that, all these hands of support I won't give up
If you fuck with my fam I won't let up
And you won't ever see me coming
Late nights talking bout who's
that down, gat to gat combat military tactics
So watch your set, cause the gat's a constant threat
Bet that I won't have a problem with cueing my
break it down?
Man, you at the clinic? Dog, slow down, that's your child
But if you keep it, then you gotta tell your girl you was cheating
And you
down
Break It
Break it down Break It down
Break It
Let me see you wobble that butt
Like a big ass truck
Wont you back it
Then you shake it
Break it down
walking in the light
I'm haunted by the memories the darkness of my past
But I use it as my fuel, yeah, I'm running fast
I'm a beast on the mic, a lyrical
and kick the bass
So back up off the cup while I take my taste
It's highly appraised when the hell is raised
So demanding and commanding that you all
to the tropics
He bring up some business, they switch up the topic
I won't hit you back, yeen talking bout you shopping
Whole time niggas broke and down bad but
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