Yea
Yea yo, huh
What you really not?
Playin' in the city drop
Names if you silly got
Aim if you wimmy', facts
What's the deally?
Bags for the Himmy yo
Land in ya city, jet lag in my twenties, dump
What they really want? Standard or Heavy?
'Bangin' or 'Chevi'? I could stand in for plenty acts
Not really, my brand is already classic
The most iconic, band in the city magic
How I give it up, been wrappin' niggas up
Team captain, witch or what?
Lean like it's Indica
27 queue, been battin' for the club
... like the lyrics but, clean like a scissor-cut
Man I wish I was free from the prison that I seem
To be prisoned of
Suicidal thoughts got me thinkin' it's enough
Tried to make a change but just didn't live it up
I keep it buck, woadie
yea
Only 22, 24 but any who
Plenty more of every move, tell me when my credit's due
I could never knew
Either way, I'm getting loot
Gettin' hoes, pressin' too
Wet in my depression pool
Like a pellet, dudes hittin' but it's never through
Build a core, let 'em grew, address it when the rent is due
So I go hard, no sleep, no flask
No heat, whenever I release, so I don't barge
You ain't know how it feel to be so scarred
You wanna fuckin' kill yourself in your own yard
But I grit it, the train won't miss it
If you flittin', you can kick it
Won't be timid, I'm specific
Cuttin' niggas off like a race car, driftin'
Colours peelin' off, hope I get it
Either way at least I'll die like a wild boy
Off-break altoy, Goth face Cowboy, Yahni
yea
What you really not?
Playin' in the city drop
Names if you silly got
Aim if you wimmy', facts
What's the deally?
Bags for the Himmy yo
Land in ya city, jet lag in my twenties, dump
What they really want? Standard or Heavy?
'Bangin' or 'Chevi'? I could stand in for plenty acts
Not really, my brand is already classic
The most iconic, band in the city magic
How I give it up, been wrappin' niggas up
Team captain, witch or what?
Lean like it's Indica
27 queue, been battin' for the club
... like the lyrics but, clean like a scissor-cut
Man I wish I was free from the prison that I seem
To be prisoned of
Suicidal thoughts got me thinkin' it's enough
Tried to make a change but just didn't live it up
I keep it buck, woadie
yea
Only 22, 24 but any who
Plenty more of every move, tell me when my credit's due
I could never knew
Either way, I'm getting loot
Gettin' hoes, pressin' too
Wet in my depression pool
Like a pellet, dudes hittin' but it's never through
Build a core, let 'em grew, address it when the rent is due
So I go hard, no sleep, no flask
No heat, whenever I release, so I don't barge
You ain't know how it feel to be so scarred
You wanna fuckin' kill yourself in your own yard
But I grit it, the train won't miss it
If you flittin', you can kick it
Won't be timid, I'm specific
Cuttin' niggas off like a race car, driftin'
Colours peelin' off, hope I get it
Either way at least I'll die like a wild boy
Off-break altoy, Goth face Cowboy, Yahni
yea
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