dimensions
Aye, aye
I know me a legend
It's one shot to hell n'
It's one shot to heaven
They both looking threatened
I'm working my way
Through the Matrix
I'm working my way
Through dimensions
The summer was hotter
The boy going Anthony
Sweating in sleeves
The hoodie came off
She like how 'bout the jeans?
She calling me baby
Not baby like Keem, girl
Aye, aye
How much of that do you got for the 'ting, girl?
Aye
I been with the lights
And I don't even disco
Welcome to ballgames
Watch how the wrist go
Not even Fresca
Shawtie' a Bistro
I'm startna, I'm startna
Feel it could never exist though
I'm startna, aye aye
We go any higher we flying United
Received all the pictures
You know you can't hide it
I've opened the chest
There's treasure inside it
Just like a suicide all on the timing
Banners hung up, still no retiring
I need revenge
Good riddance for firing
I need good health, feel I'm expiring
Moving in stealth, moving in stealth
Admiring the distance you going
To show me there's sickness in wealth
There's something up under the belt
I've talked with Messiah
They cut me from roster like Kemp
Places that I should've went
Remind me again, I usually forget
There's more for you now
There's more for your friends
There's gun smoke
That's blown in the winds
I'm usually not one
To go making amends
The crew gotta logo I can recommend
I'm feeling like Alfred in psycho again
They want me to lose
Who want me to win?
Congratulations
Been wearing real thin
You speaking of God
They treat you a sin
You speaking of God
They treat you a sin
Aye, aye
They treat you a sin
Aye
I know me a legend
It's one shot to hell n'
It's one shot to heaven
They both looking threatened
I'm working my way
Through the Matrix
I'm working my way
Through dimensions
The summer was hotter
The boy going Anthony
Sweating in sleeves
The hoodie came off
She like how 'bout the jeans?
She calling me baby
Not baby like Keem, girl
Aye, aye
How much of that do you got for the 'ting, girl?
Aye
I been with the lights
And I don't even disco
Welcome to ballgames
Watch how the wrist go
Not even Fresca
Shawtie' a Bistro
I'm startna, I'm startna
Feel it could never exist though
I'm startna
Feel it could never exist though
We go any higher we flying United
Received all the pictures
You know you can't hide
I've opened the chest
There's treasure inside it
Just like a suicide all on the timing
Banners hung up, still no retiring
I need revenge
Good riddance for firing
I need good health, feel I'm expiring
Moving in stealth, moving in stealth
Admiring the distance you going
To show me there's sickness in wealth
There's sickness in wealth
There's something up under the belt
I've talked with Messiah
They cut me from roster like Kemp
Places that I should've went
Remind me again, I usually forget
There's more for you now
There's more for your friends
There's gun smoke
That's blown in the winds
I'm usually not one
To go making amends
The crew gotta logo I can recommend
I'm feeling like Alfred in psycho again
They want me to lose
Who want me to win?
Congratulations
Been wearing real thin
You speaking of God
They treat you a sin
You speaking of God
They treat you a sin
Aye
I know me a legend
It's one shot to hell n'
It's one shot to heaven
They both looking threatened
I'm working my way
Through the Matrix
I'm working my way
Through dimensions
The summer was hotter
The boy going Anthony
Sweating in sleeves
The hoodie came off
She like how 'bout the jeans?
She calling me baby
Not baby like Keem, girl
Aye, aye
How much of that do you got for the 'ting, girl?
Aye
I been with the lights
And I don't even disco
Welcome to ballgames
Watch how the wrist go
Not even Fresca
Shawtie' a Bistro
I'm startna, I'm startna
Feel it could never exist though
I'm startna, aye aye
We go any higher we flying United
Received all the pictures
You know you can't hide it
I've opened the chest
There's treasure inside it
Just like a suicide all on the timing
Banners hung up, still no retiring
I need revenge
Good riddance for firing
I need good health, feel I'm expiring
Moving in stealth, moving in stealth
Admiring the distance you going
To show me there's sickness in wealth
There's something up under the belt
I've talked with Messiah
They cut me from roster like Kemp
Places that I should've went
Remind me again, I usually forget
There's more for you now
There's more for your friends
There's gun smoke
That's blown in the winds
I'm usually not one
To go making amends
The crew gotta logo I can recommend
I'm feeling like Alfred in psycho again
They want me to lose
Who want me to win?
Congratulations
Been wearing real thin
You speaking of God
They treat you a sin
You speaking of God
They treat you a sin
Aye, aye
They treat you a sin
Aye
I know me a legend
It's one shot to hell n'
It's one shot to heaven
They both looking threatened
I'm working my way
Through the Matrix
I'm working my way
Through dimensions
The summer was hotter
The boy going Anthony
Sweating in sleeves
The hoodie came off
She like how 'bout the jeans?
She calling me baby
Not baby like Keem, girl
Aye, aye
How much of that do you got for the 'ting, girl?
Aye
I been with the lights
And I don't even disco
Welcome to ballgames
Watch how the wrist go
Not even Fresca
Shawtie' a Bistro
I'm startna, I'm startna
Feel it could never exist though
I'm startna
Feel it could never exist though
We go any higher we flying United
Received all the pictures
You know you can't hide
I've opened the chest
There's treasure inside it
Just like a suicide all on the timing
Banners hung up, still no retiring
I need revenge
Good riddance for firing
I need good health, feel I'm expiring
Moving in stealth, moving in stealth
Admiring the distance you going
To show me there's sickness in wealth
There's sickness in wealth
There's something up under the belt
I've talked with Messiah
They cut me from roster like Kemp
Places that I should've went
Remind me again, I usually forget
There's more for you now
There's more for your friends
There's gun smoke
That's blown in the winds
I'm usually not one
To go making amends
The crew gotta logo I can recommend
I'm feeling like Alfred in psycho again
They want me to lose
Who want me to win?
Congratulations
Been wearing real thin
You speaking of God
They treat you a sin
You speaking of God
They treat you a sin
Aye
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Writer(s): Dean Orozco
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