BK-Land Collab
Yeah Bruh I like this one
Cell The Great
I like this one B
BK on another track
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
No weapon form against me
But I'll put a hole in your vest
I never rest they say sleep is the Cousin of death
Counting up all these blessing
Go hard from Sunday to Sunday
The lord is my Shepherd
But don't get disrespectful
I will wet a Nigga
Quicker than Micheal Phelps Swimming
I swear I'm a get it
I ain't grow up with a silver spoon
Bitches in my rear mirror
I ain't stuck up in the past
I ain't gonna fuck my life up
Just for a piece of ass
I remembered I was selling that Shit
By the pizza pan
Ordering a pizza
Just to rob the pizza man
One three one two one six
Nigga don't forget the state
Fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo and MCM
You can't afford the price of this
So why would you ask it
Looking at a nigga like that's one Fly bastard
Your wifey love me
She said I remind her of Quavo
Trying to take care of me like I'm Sick or something
My entire heart hard
And I made more than just making Ends meet
My Nigga Biggie told me
It was all about the bengies
Stay in the lime light I think my Skin is turning green
Living dreams to the point I need a Pinch to convince me
Give me opportunity and see what I do with it
I was up early in the am for the Dreams I was chasing
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Cell The Great
I like this one B
BK on another track
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
No weapon form against me
But I'll put a hole in your vest
I never rest they say sleep is the Cousin of death
Counting up all these blessing
Go hard from Sunday to Sunday
The lord is my Shepherd
But don't get disrespectful
I will wet a Nigga
Quicker than Micheal Phelps Swimming
I swear I'm a get it
I ain't grow up with a silver spoon
Bitches in my rear mirror
I ain't stuck up in the past
I ain't gonna fuck my life up
Just for a piece of ass
I remembered I was selling that Shit
By the pizza pan
Ordering a pizza
Just to rob the pizza man
One three one two one six
Nigga don't forget the state
Fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo and MCM
You can't afford the price of this
So why would you ask it
Looking at a nigga like that's one Fly bastard
Your wifey love me
She said I remind her of Quavo
Trying to take care of me like I'm Sick or something
My entire heart hard
And I made more than just making Ends meet
My Nigga Biggie told me
It was all about the bengies
Stay in the lime light I think my Skin is turning green
Living dreams to the point I need a Pinch to convince me
Give me opportunity and see what I do with it
I was up early in the am for the Dreams I was chasing
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Writer(s): Darcell Forrest
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