LAND OF IGUANAS
Yuh
I wanna get paid, I know these hoes really wanna be famous
You rolled in, say nothing, no worry, your back at the brain, spray the rats around me
I been panicking, living with anger, having conversations with my banger
Guess I been living in danger, so I been tucked away from the messes lately
Forty-four tucked in the Balenciaga, [?] pigs get slaughtered
Fifty floors up looking over the water, it ain't my bread from the [?]
I come from the land of iguanas, pistol packed up
But you hope they can patch you up when you get hit with the sawed off
And your body get hauled off, and they pray to your Allah
Here's a query for all y'all, under the victim falling through the cracks
ALL BUT 6 the gang, I feel the pressure on my back
I put my city up on the map, up to the moon and I had to look back
Heaven has had it with your bitch, suck on my nuts telling me that she needs my raps
I been driving around but I can't get away from my mind
Pop me a milligram and wait for the [?] and put me to rest
Only wake up for the money and sex, still I can feel the cut deep in my chest
Take a deep breath and pray that everything fades away
Don't make me ruin your day, that A to the K will lay you down
Florida boy with a thousand rounds, never had me a cap and gown
Had to go and put it down, Baby Bone, these days I ain't fucking around
I gotta meet my quota, allocate the bread with the homies I'm proud of
Keep to myself, I don't wanna be bothered I feel like wicked witches in the water, melted
Clout fiends all around me dealt, I know they wanna be famous
Tell all they bitches they made it, sucking me dry for all of my payments
Fake as fuck out my face I see through it all, fuck the world and I'm going in raw
I've been through the fire, the rivers and all, stand loose on my back, I still stand tall
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
I wanna get paid, I know these hoes really wanna be famous
You rolled in, say nothing, no worry, your back at the brain, spray the rats around me
I been panicking, living with anger, having conversations with my banger
Guess I been living in danger, so I been tucked away from the messes lately
Forty-four tucked in the Balenciaga, [?] pigs get slaughtered
Fifty floors up looking over the water, it ain't my bread from the [?]
I come from the land of iguanas, pistol packed up
But you hope they can patch you up when you get hit with the sawed off
And your body get hauled off, and they pray to your Allah
Here's a query for all y'all, under the victim falling through the cracks
ALL BUT 6 the gang, I feel the pressure on my back
I put my city up on the map, up to the moon and I had to look back
Heaven has had it with your bitch, suck on my nuts telling me that she needs my raps
I been driving around but I can't get away from my mind
Pop me a milligram and wait for the [?] and put me to rest
Only wake up for the money and sex, still I can feel the cut deep in my chest
Take a deep breath and pray that everything fades away
Don't make me ruin your day, that A to the K will lay you down
Florida boy with a thousand rounds, never had me a cap and gown
Had to go and put it down, Baby Bone, these days I ain't fucking around
I gotta meet my quota, allocate the bread with the homies I'm proud of
Keep to myself, I don't wanna be bothered I feel like wicked witches in the water, melted
Clout fiends all around me dealt, I know they wanna be famous
Tell all they bitches they made it, sucking me dry for all of my payments
Fake as fuck out my face I see through it all, fuck the world and I'm going in raw
I've been through the fire, the rivers and all, stand loose on my back, I still stand tall
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Don't make that cost, under the victim frost
Staring at death against the wall
Ready to blast, I clench my jaw
Credits
Writer(s): Pouya
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