Lyrics:
me
Now fucking I blew up
Trust in myself I never needed any backup
And if it ain't money on the phone my niqqa I just hang up
Blessings straight from
I've told you before, my love
Days like these won't last
All of your troubles and fears will stay in the past
Confia en mi, set your heart out
Putting my cock in ya lady waistline
Off to the warri can not waste time
Time is the money I can not mine
Real feel the real no I can not fake mine
Yeah
Uber x's to my exes
Lead to excommunication with you
I could tell you that I'm sorry then like her picture what does that prove
That you deserve
attaching Os to the end of my bank account
My boy Harambe's in heaven
He's looking down on me
Tripling my investment at 7 so he'll be proud of me
I know
a fuckin menthol
Doing my shit roll around in them bills
Called my girl told her lets Netflix and chill
Everything spinning I guess I'm really off the pill
as fuck
And it's way after 10 pm
And I could be sitting in my bed
Writing poetry with that pen
That ran out of ink
But I don't remember when
I like you with
Rooftop
How did I get up here
1 step down but
I don't wanna give up yet
10 stories
Got a show and tell
I may as well
Had a plan but then it went and fell
killing tracks too
If your an athlete you should really hoop with me
Hustling in the gym training truthfully
God be showing me too much behind the scenes
Whole Squad in der Trap
Machen Money, wir machen Racks
Deine Kleine ist ziemlich sad
Too Fast, 100 Level werden gepasst
Dieser Bass eine Welle und er
to announce you
You spent ten thousand miles on the run
And the radio whined for each one
Rosie, I am not like you
There's a part of me that can't stand it in
the fuck is you playing
Cold with the life flex
Looking at my nice checks
Net worth high like i'm mother fucking space x
Flying past moon cos it's basic
Your starter for 10 was
Something 'bout Nietzsche
But you couldn't remember
A constitutive feature
You wade through the classics
From Rowling
pastor preaching in the temple, but
Mama I'm sorry gan
Tori moti Giran gan
Ki nba le pa owo mi o
Olowo laye mo gan
Ye yeah
Cauz i came from Ghetto ahn
Wey
I remember back then
When I was ten
Playing on the playground
With my dearest friend
Nobody told us that these times would end
Can we go back
change
Yeah that's Loose Change, uh
Big band's, I can fix your body only 10 grand,
Whip that Maserati, gotta switch hands,
Finger by her pussy, the other
Yo on a bad day I probably flip ten of my stocks
Then head down to the city while I'm playing The Lox
Arranging a drop
Nigga you complaining a lot
feel once like a dead-end job
Or like a dead-end road
That'll never lead me up top
Like shooting in the dark
No hope for hip-hop
Ignored those thoughts
Five days
Treading water
And I sank
To the bottom
Drowning
In the distance
Like mountains
Under oceans
Far from home
Far from home
Far from home
Slow
and your heart broke
Now you wanna put a good nigga in the friend zone
Now you see why I don't give a fuck
And I went and switched up my whole game like
played these songs for my momma and she saw the vision
I've been going 10 years so I gotta get it
I failed school came back and I graduated
I went
will always be
This is my final play
This is my judgment day
We're going all the way to 10
You know it never stops
And if you call the cops
Wait for
meus sonhos
Pra não viver pesadelos
E apagar os meus medos
Melhor cena que eu fiz
Foi não ouvir muitos conselhos
Senão 10 mandamentos do meu melhor
This solid state of mine
Is scratching out a ten watt hum while
I struggle to keep my thoughts straight
This POS will never translate my boutique
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