Walls Up
Yeah
I spend the day writing
And in the night I'm recording
Don't want to be
On the road Hungry
Chef in the kitchen stacking my money
I'm hoardin
Walls up I'm boardin
Every entry
Focused
On friends and family
I stand sentry
Raise the bridge
Only a few can come the we
Life is pain
Why would I allow more in my vicinity
When fake friends claiming they got love for me
And I know if I was broke
They'd never give me a penny
Yo let them know
Walls up
No entry
Only if you can come to me
Why would I allow more pain in my vicinity Yo
This is a lazy Prodigy
Im Gonna switch it up
I got it in me
Whoa
You gonna hear tha G
Grew up with a different mentality
Way down below
Southern hospitality
Where we glide
Wit da fordy on the on the side
Snake you can't hide
Bang head buss
not a gangster
Just a man that's willing to stand for my family
Second amendment fuck with it
Get laid down in the cemetery
It's scary
A freestyle I gotta get it out of me just to catch
This fucking flow
Lord I gotta let them know
Hey this Israel
This ain't no show
I grip it from way down below that Mason-Dixon line
Whoa Lord
I'mma run this beat understand me
I'm coming for mine
Let them know
Walls up
No entry hey
Only if you can come to me Whoa
Why would I allow more pain in my vicinity
This Martin P that Lazy Prodigy G Woah
Lord Let me let you know who I be Yeah
Way below that Maci-dixon line
They gonna copy Just give me toppy
You gonna make it look sloppy
Understand me I'm rocky with the mic
Please understand me
This is a bike wheelie
Don't you see I'm silly
Run around I can do cliché
but watch how I play with the bars every day
Bang and You thought I was an army Oh hey hey
How I run around maybe Now I got your bitch horney
Even though I don't wanna hommie Never you know Hey hey
I might meet her at the end of a show
Lock her up and keep her behind that dow
I'm a beast baby Oh hey
I grew up with a different mentality
They want me to raid I'm a show them i can do it easily
Yeah Hey hey hey Let them know
Walls up no entry
Only if you can come to me Oh
Why would I allow more pain in my vicinity
Listen to me Cliche
But I let it play
I'm the boy from the South side Understand me I Ride
Hey
bring back the lyrics
Hey
Let me show you who I be baby
That's it
That's it
That's it
That's it
Walls up no entry
Only if you can come to me Whoa
Why would I allow more pain in my vicinity
This that martin P that lazy prodigy
I slap this beat silly Whoa Lord you know it's me Hey
Freestyle They're gonna think I wrote this
The lazy prodigy
I spend the day writing
And in the night I'm recording
Don't want to be
On the road Hungry
Chef in the kitchen stacking my money
I'm hoardin
Walls up I'm boardin
Every entry
Focused
On friends and family
I stand sentry
Raise the bridge
Only a few can come the we
Life is pain
Why would I allow more in my vicinity
When fake friends claiming they got love for me
And I know if I was broke
They'd never give me a penny
Yo let them know
Walls up
No entry
Only if you can come to me
Why would I allow more pain in my vicinity Yo
This is a lazy Prodigy
Im Gonna switch it up
I got it in me
Whoa
You gonna hear tha G
Grew up with a different mentality
Way down below
Southern hospitality
Where we glide
Wit da fordy on the on the side
Snake you can't hide
Bang head buss
not a gangster
Just a man that's willing to stand for my family
Second amendment fuck with it
Get laid down in the cemetery
It's scary
A freestyle I gotta get it out of me just to catch
This fucking flow
Lord I gotta let them know
Hey this Israel
This ain't no show
I grip it from way down below that Mason-Dixon line
Whoa Lord
I'mma run this beat understand me
I'm coming for mine
Let them know
Walls up
No entry hey
Only if you can come to me Whoa
Why would I allow more pain in my vicinity
This Martin P that Lazy Prodigy G Woah
Lord Let me let you know who I be Yeah
Way below that Maci-dixon line
They gonna copy Just give me toppy
You gonna make it look sloppy
Understand me I'm rocky with the mic
Please understand me
This is a bike wheelie
Don't you see I'm silly
Run around I can do cliché
but watch how I play with the bars every day
Bang and You thought I was an army Oh hey hey
How I run around maybe Now I got your bitch horney
Even though I don't wanna hommie Never you know Hey hey
I might meet her at the end of a show
Lock her up and keep her behind that dow
I'm a beast baby Oh hey
I grew up with a different mentality
They want me to raid I'm a show them i can do it easily
Yeah Hey hey hey Let them know
Walls up no entry
Only if you can come to me Oh
Why would I allow more pain in my vicinity
Listen to me Cliche
But I let it play
I'm the boy from the South side Understand me I Ride
Hey
bring back the lyrics
Hey
Let me show you who I be baby
That's it
That's it
That's it
That's it
Walls up no entry
Only if you can come to me Whoa
Why would I allow more pain in my vicinity
This that martin P that lazy prodigy
I slap this beat silly Whoa Lord you know it's me Hey
Freestyle They're gonna think I wrote this
The lazy prodigy
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Writer(s): Martin Picerne
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