Bedrest / I Love Myself
Goddamn bro
Yo Swift, set the fire!
(Yeah)
With a bang, run the bands thru' the lane
Run thru' the city, bedrest after plane
Fly high to the sky, like Bruce Wayne
DeadShot shooting one hunned'
Right thru' the brain
Destroy all the pain
Waiting for the rain
All the contents in my brain are entertain
This shit got insane
MIA, Paper Planes
But lemme' kill that fuckin' Bane
That's wassup, that's wassup
Just do it right while I'm make a tea and fill my cup
They all gon' scrub
My body just got cleaned cause I soaked
It to the tub
When I hit the club
They look at me like I'm a real deal
Put 'em up in the pub
I'm just tryna' do mine
Don't messing with it
Go step aside
Cause I will ride
You better hide
I'm with my pride, ah!
One time, flow in a row
I'm tired with all this shit, Imma go
Talking all bullshit yeah, they will know
You such a liar, let the time grow
Why you so slow? I don't know
I'm your inspiration, that's a fact, bro
Copy my style, and tell it was you
Dumbass lil' boy
I'm just feel the joy, I'm just feel the joy
I'm still happy and I don't feel the pain
I don't have time, I just wanna fill some gain
Weight, Heavy Weight Champion
I'll go beyond
I was working out
But nah, this ain't working out
I don't want your clout, so I'm out
I don't want your clout, so I'm out
Lemme' put it out
I don't want your clout, so I'm out
I don't want your clout, muthafucka!
(Type 2)
Yeah!
I might go insane, I might go insane
(One, two, three, go!)
Go back, gonna go back on the track
Lemme' speak a lil' bit, my times runnin' crack
I've been waitin' for this beat like collect stacks
Listen to my flow now, your shacks gonna wreck, hey!
Go back, gonna go back on the track
Lemme' speak a lil' bit, my times runnin' crack
I've been waiting for this beat like collect stacks
Listen to my flow now, your shacks gonna wreck, (HEY!)
None of your bussiness, my times running late, ay!
Break into pieces, my grimes you ain't hate, ay!
Remixing this shit, my hearts you ain't scare, ay!
Go ahead move along, my dance gonna be
Fuck, middle fingers up
Just like my last soda called 7up
Don't throwin' up and just get up
In this bitch with the mood vibin' up
In he mood vibin' up
In the afternoon I respect everyone
But in the night, I kill these suckaz down
Use my AK like (gun, gun,gun...)
I'll hit you up (stunt, stunt, stunt!)
Nah nah, I don't tryna be a thug
But my old life was Land of a Drug
Hold my beer with a jug
Just 1 second, cause I'm gonna hug
Cause I'm gonna hug myself
Cause I'm too cool to be true
No need more love, boo
All the police bow me too
Shot gun in the head? My life screw!
My life screw
Start my muthafuckin'
New life in the hell, gon' tell
When the thing goes "bell"
I eat pussy when cat got cells
I eat pussy when cat got cells, yeah
Dumb shit, go away now
Dumb shit, dumb shit, go away now, yeah
Tk. on the row, pretend like we don't know
Tk. on the row, pretend like we don't know
Dumb shit, go away now
Dumb shit, dumb shit, go away now
Tk. on the row, pretend like we don't know
Tk. on the row, pretend like (we don't know!)
Yo Swift, set the fire!
(Yeah)
With a bang, run the bands thru' the lane
Run thru' the city, bedrest after plane
Fly high to the sky, like Bruce Wayne
DeadShot shooting one hunned'
Right thru' the brain
Destroy all the pain
Waiting for the rain
All the contents in my brain are entertain
This shit got insane
MIA, Paper Planes
But lemme' kill that fuckin' Bane
That's wassup, that's wassup
Just do it right while I'm make a tea and fill my cup
They all gon' scrub
My body just got cleaned cause I soaked
It to the tub
When I hit the club
They look at me like I'm a real deal
Put 'em up in the pub
I'm just tryna' do mine
Don't messing with it
Go step aside
Cause I will ride
You better hide
I'm with my pride, ah!
One time, flow in a row
I'm tired with all this shit, Imma go
Talking all bullshit yeah, they will know
You such a liar, let the time grow
Why you so slow? I don't know
I'm your inspiration, that's a fact, bro
Copy my style, and tell it was you
Dumbass lil' boy
I'm just feel the joy, I'm just feel the joy
I'm still happy and I don't feel the pain
I don't have time, I just wanna fill some gain
Weight, Heavy Weight Champion
I'll go beyond
I was working out
But nah, this ain't working out
I don't want your clout, so I'm out
I don't want your clout, so I'm out
Lemme' put it out
I don't want your clout, so I'm out
I don't want your clout, muthafucka!
(Type 2)
Yeah!
I might go insane, I might go insane
(One, two, three, go!)
Go back, gonna go back on the track
Lemme' speak a lil' bit, my times runnin' crack
I've been waitin' for this beat like collect stacks
Listen to my flow now, your shacks gonna wreck, hey!
Go back, gonna go back on the track
Lemme' speak a lil' bit, my times runnin' crack
I've been waiting for this beat like collect stacks
Listen to my flow now, your shacks gonna wreck, (HEY!)
None of your bussiness, my times running late, ay!
Break into pieces, my grimes you ain't hate, ay!
Remixing this shit, my hearts you ain't scare, ay!
Go ahead move along, my dance gonna be
Fuck, middle fingers up
Just like my last soda called 7up
Don't throwin' up and just get up
In this bitch with the mood vibin' up
In he mood vibin' up
In the afternoon I respect everyone
But in the night, I kill these suckaz down
Use my AK like (gun, gun,gun...)
I'll hit you up (stunt, stunt, stunt!)
Nah nah, I don't tryna be a thug
But my old life was Land of a Drug
Hold my beer with a jug
Just 1 second, cause I'm gonna hug
Cause I'm gonna hug myself
Cause I'm too cool to be true
No need more love, boo
All the police bow me too
Shot gun in the head? My life screw!
My life screw
Start my muthafuckin'
New life in the hell, gon' tell
When the thing goes "bell"
I eat pussy when cat got cells
I eat pussy when cat got cells, yeah
Dumb shit, go away now
Dumb shit, dumb shit, go away now, yeah
Tk. on the row, pretend like we don't know
Tk. on the row, pretend like we don't know
Dumb shit, go away now
Dumb shit, dumb shit, go away now
Tk. on the row, pretend like we don't know
Tk. on the row, pretend like (we don't know!)
Credits
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