Lyrics:
Bullshit, all I wanna do is party and bullshit bish
Keep it a bean, fuck do you mean
Run up a bag wit my bitch and my team
I wasn't shit, now I'm the shit
on you
If you think that I ain’t cool
I forgot trying to explain anything to a toddler
Makes them drool
So it makes sense nona y’all get I ain’t a fool
get stumped like
They forgot the word
Too much love for me to hate on you
Speakin' down behind my back
Well then it's shame on you
I told the girl I
play you, so let's put this on pause
While I'm learning to hearticulate
I expose all my wounds when I hearticulate
And I swear
If I tried as many times
passes out and she forgot how she got there
Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie Kids?
No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest
Shit, you wanna get
Is all I got, if you thinking I got a spot
You tryna rock i remember
Bus routes, and yalls shitty cots
Funny I see your still living with mom
Not
sentence, I swear
You and me ain't even fit to compare
I ain't make it all these years on no wing and a prayer
Starin' a bigger nigga out while he standing
Feels good fulfilling your dream
Using your head, while y'all niggaz losing your bread
Watching the snakes in the garden and I'll watch y'all dead
gats that blow the wall out, clear them all out
Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me, fucking real, here's
a country song is
All I'm saying
Is write what you know
So I started piecing together these words
Hoping the tune would follow whilst I
Battled
Through
spot to the wall
And I'm still humming and bopping to the tune
Then the tune stops
Mid tune not at the end so
I'm waiting for my phone to
Ring coz
'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words that's coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank
and lie
But I’m calling all the shots while you bangin a five
Digits in my bank account, all you got is a five
I claim that I’m the best and you asking me
and lie
But I'm calling all the shots while you bangin a five
Digits in my bank account, all you got is a five
I claim that I'm the best and you asking me
the mental, that's all
We got credentials galore, fuck a small vending tour
Yet, still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging
on the Q-T
(So what's your name boy?) C'mon E, you know it's M.D
Now while I'm wreckin he's checkin, all the bodies that's left and
A pile behind the stage,
about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take
about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take
poppin'
And that one song be hittin' different
All I want for Christmas is you
Maybe I ask Santa for vocals
And go door to door singin' Christmas carols
With the man in it
Yeah
Imma come around
For my people
Cuz even when I'm at the top
We still equal
We all facing the same demon
Remember I told you
here
Every time there’s trouble, girl you disappear
Pretty simple, yeah I, I made myself clear
While you are still here
You said words and I felt that
I'ma scrub them with Ajax
With maximum drum so behave and remember
You're a slave to my sound wave
Faster rhymes I mastermind I have to find
the words before they came into my head
Regretfully, I let you go without a thought or without a goodbye
Every night while you lay patiently, sitting by
and relax while these grands change hands
Stand tall, stick yo chest out boy
And be a man
You bust one, you let them all-out, and go all-out
Wit' dat
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