That's my brother, don't you know it? I stuck around like Yoshinoya Stone Mountain read and the caster cord This my life, I must enjoy it This my life, they bus it for it We don't hold back, we must go forward Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it
I put your boy in the seat You got your bis' in the streets I wash my hands when I eat I don't wanna handle the key I don't know no one BD But they dependent' on me Niggas don't know where I'm at I find your house on the app People around you ain't slatt They plottin' hard when you slatt They got a gun in your back This who you trust you sleepin' at night I look in the mirror I see what I like It is what it is, I'm right when I'm right Fuck with my kids, you fuck with your life You fuckin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' my wife AK not silent like knife Think he won't do it, I might I gotta do what I like I gotta, that's my word
That's my brother, don't you know it? Soup à l'oignon from Yoshinoya Stone Mountain read and the caster cord This my life, I must enjoy it This my life, they bus it for it We don't hold back, we must go forward Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it
This is a code red for old heads Who never liked my short shorts and pro-keds Been a minute since he had to fit it on the notepad I was busy buildin' up the life that niggas don't have Told me that money make you lonely, it ain't so bad Niggas jokes are so dad They haven't seen their son in a month Sold some apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stunt I told 'em take the back end points, he wanted to front Now his career's in a blunt These rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con The industry evil people, me and fam' gotta trauma bond Drive like the Autobot Integrity whore, say what I mean Apologize if I didn't, or clarify If it's written in stone Freak it and leave it alone Give it time, let the truth come to light Let 'em catch up Niggas peepin' like, damn, he was right Rather have my foot on their neck than they hand on the mic' Rather die a good man with a bad wife These niggas almost sticked me and they're dressin' like a hype beast Used to get the peach milkshake and add the eight-piece White boy throwin' dirt on my name for the faint peace Checks off, death, murder, and pain, leave you empty I curse you with that knowledge Put they hands on a woman for the clout but said I'm wildin' Death before the sauna On my mom like Keke Palmer I'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and Tyler I'm allergic to this rap shit Made a song, but spent more time writin' the caption I'm an actor, you can put that on set I'm about that action My tweets all lower case I saw these niggas cappin' My homegirl said we a stalker, so I ain't dappin' I ain't see you, man, what happened? Man, the blog era overtakin' all our stars My favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some calls Bitch nigga, eat a dick and doggy bag of balls
You've never heard of Chaka Khan? What are they teaching you in school?
Compositores: Avery Earls (Chase) (ASCAP), Donald Mckinley Glover Ii (Donald Glover) (PRS), Donald Meadows, Kurtis Isaac Mckenzie (PRS), Ludwig Emil Tomas Goransson (Ludwig Emil Tomas Goeransson) (BMI), Scott Macfarland Carter (Scott Great) (ASCAP), Vanessa Desiree Wood (ASCAP)Editor: New Spirituality MusicECAD verificado obra #47137705 em 13/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM