Lyrics:
like it’s ‘98
Girl, I know (I know)
Your’e the one I want wherever I go
and it’s a dog-gone shame that you got hurt by a lame
I guess that’s what
The goal is to elevate to the kink mindset
We are all works in progress but we can do it
Aye Aye Aye
I got patience
Like a doctor patient
I aint gon
that in fact it's just the opposite we're droppin' it ·
Fully cognoscente He rules ain't no stoppin' it ·
So like a vulture we swarm on your head ·
Money over bitches
Not a dollar over queens
The right king she bring riches
Find one for your team
Til I find mine
I'm sliding in fine dimes
Rolling up
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and I'm busted for real
to the bone, try to provide to make a home
H to the O to the M to the E man don't know what it is to be me
Aint no crime no 999 its hard enough work making time
the grind wit' it
She so mine wit' it
Marc Jacobs, she so fine wit' it
Put me on a little Tribe wit' it
It feel good, close your eyes wit' it
Look to the sky
gimme one call and I’ll be there
Girl ama tell you want thing for free
You ain't find nobody like me
See ama tell you one thing for free e
Ain't nobody
since the day Father God brought in
Been on top of it
King Kong swattin' shit
Hear the roar and fear the drawers or more so
Size of the scroat they hold,
young enough, too old to live all my dreams
Lord knows how to stay king
Wonders of staying Supreme
But good morning n shit
Eight am waking
Coffee making racing
To this place where I'm making
Enough to pay bills but can't save shit
Broke memory card jobs the game you play
and contradictions
Til the good Lord gets us and my son's claim King
I'ma be a real negus on the day that we meet, fasho
(What's A Real Negus?)
Feel Me
Feel Me
(My name is Drew Colossus, you're fucking with DAMAGE FM)
What you sippin? (Sip)
I hope that it tastes like piss
Knock knock knock
That's your
the ice, I ain't talkin' bout the spice
I got that heat on me, just like Glen Rice
Don't need security, we're not gonna fight
Up on this beat and you know I
Right by your nightstand
Ah I got a nice hand
So I could probably dribble
A basketball and
Shoot from my right hand
Aw man imma pass it
To my Dog
He said
drop something anytime I want to
y'all done realized by now, the haters done fell off
Cause they ain't TRU 2 da game
I could never forget
the troll, hit the E-way, get the bashin
Get a load of barbecues, buffets, and we be bashin
Lil' D-Boy, what our emphasis is, we gon' be clashin
Pretty good
respect
You're way beyond belief
He's the man to meet he's the king of the street
Hail good fellow, well met
He's the next in line to the men of his time
the water on
If y'all fear a god
Where your prayers going
I don't fear a man
If I don't even know him
Man I'm smart enough
To know that god a women
And she
life, you can't take shit from me
You can't get haunted by your past, you'll end up seein' ghosts
I'm leavin' softer bees in a Ghost smokin' dope and I
can't pass it up
Rollin by, lookin good
Put it in reverse then back it up
What's the deal, lemme make it clear
What you got rite here
They break
but excellence
I been prince since womb
My Ma raised up a king
Flow like water drip
Watch your step or you might slip
I been drinking like my liver had
the
Ocean dry without a towel
Ghetto bastard, ain't no father to this style
Father figure
Fight the devil like the Golden Child
They told me, "Ev, you gon'
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