Alternating concentrating while we switching positions
I felt as if something was missing from my art, nevertheless someone, I got some, ars in the back im keeping next to the power sockets, pocket watchers
I pack it like some hot sauce bitch was turning up the heater
Turn your shitty mumble rap down I can't hear her
The singing is angelic and soothing, if I was pretending to be someone I wasn't I'd say that was as angelic as the uzi
I make these raps like porn movies
Don't move me shits real where I came from
They ain't even got rights for women, I got this woven, I feel like oaktons betoven
Gimme a beat by zeytoven or boomin it don't matter, I can still rap on it, I can trap no matter if I'm sick or cured, there aint nothing worse
Finna work, for the prime time, diamonds on my head, diamonds in the lead, what I say instead?
This the last track on mourning hour how you think I feel about that
Imagine if no one listens, to my fine art, I feel like Mozart my cousin should know I left a good 30k in the compensary, every single move I make is calculated and legendary but the luck isnt planned, bitch who's your man's, bitch who's your man's, who's your mans
Turn up the tempo blowing out the indo, imma let go but you still stay on the side, I got the Mac by the side no pretending wild bitch named Miller
there aint no happy endings, new beginnings I'm just waiting for the fame for the fame and fortune, when they needed me I was gone but as of recently these bitches are slow company, looking at the o's in the bank account, I got hoes of the same amount, cashing out no matter the circumstances, no chances to people who don't deserve mercy, bitch be too thirsty, she got me lurking, im sorry you're too divine, what are my feelings for you? None gotta say that everytime
Diamonds in the lead diamonds in the head, whip is all ruby, when they try to use me that's when I jet, yall ain't seen anyone do it like farzan yet, when I dance I two step, style is a new one, got a new magnum
Hopefully I make it the chances of me making it though are dire, I wanna retire with a Billy
Freaky afghan bitches in the city it don't even matter, scatter the packs scatpack out of the building, finna compromise I improvise to see 40 other ways of stacking cheddar, keep the Beretta, feeding my family don't give a f*ck about the feedback, I need that, that getback, if you want someone to fade away you disappear, rewind this shit and listen to that again cause that's all you need to hear
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Alternating concentrating while we switching positions
I felt as if something was missing from my art, nevertheless someone, I got some, ars in the back im keeping next to the power sockets, pocket watchers
I pack it like some hot sauce bitch was turning up the heater
Turn your shitty mumble rap down I can't hear her
The singing is angelic and soothing, if I was pretending to be someone I wasn't I'd say that was as angelic as the uzi
I make these raps like porn movies
Don't move me shits real where I came from
They ain't even got rights for women, I got this woven, I feel like oaktons betoven
Gimme a beat by zeytoven or boomin it don't matter, I can still rap on it, I can trap no matter if I'm sick or cured, there aint nothing worse
Finna work, for the prime time, diamonds on my head, diamonds in the lead, what I say instead?
This the last track on mourning hour how you think I feel about that
Imagine if no one listens, to my fine art, I feel like Mozart my cousin should know I left a good 30k in the compensary, every single move I make is calculated and legendary but the luck isnt planned, bitch who's your man's, bitch who's your man's, who's your mans
Turn up the tempo blowing out the indo, imma let go but you still stay on the side, I got the Mac by the side no pretending wild bitch named Miller
there aint no happy endings, new beginnings I'm just waiting for the fame for the fame and fortune, when they needed me I was gone but as of recently these bitches are slow company, looking at the o's in the bank account, I got hoes of the same amount, cashing out no matter the circumstances, no chances to people who don't deserve mercy, bitch be too thirsty, she got me lurking, im sorry you're too divine, what are my feelings for you? None gotta say that everytime
Diamonds in the lead diamonds in the head, whip is all ruby, when they try to use me that's when I jet, yall ain't seen anyone do it like farzan yet, when I dance I two step, style is a new one, got a new magnum
Hopefully I make it the chances of me making it though are dire, I wanna retire with a Billy
Freaky afghan bitches in the city it don't even matter, scatter the packs scatpack out of the building, finna compromise I improvise to see 40 other ways of stacking cheddar, keep the Beretta, feeding my family don't give a f*ck about the feedback, I need that, that getback, if you want someone to fade away you disappear, rewind this shit and listen to that again cause that's all you need to hear
I felt as if something was missing from my art, nevertheless someone, I got some, ars in the back im keeping next to the power sockets, pocket watchers
I pack it like some hot sauce bitch was turning up the heater
Turn your shitty mumble rap down I can't hear her
The singing is angelic and soothing, if I was pretending to be someone I wasn't I'd say that was as angelic as the uzi
I make these raps like porn movies
Don't move me shits real where I came from
They ain't even got rights for women, I got this woven, I feel like oaktons betoven
Gimme a beat by zeytoven or boomin it don't matter, I can still rap on it, I can trap no matter if I'm sick or cured, there aint nothing worse
Finna work, for the prime time, diamonds on my head, diamonds in the lead, what I say instead?
This the last track on mourning hour how you think I feel about that
Imagine if no one listens, to my fine art, I feel like Mozart my cousin should know I left a good 30k in the compensary, every single move I make is calculated and legendary but the luck isnt planned, bitch who's your man's, bitch who's your man's, who's your mans
Turn up the tempo blowing out the indo, imma let go but you still stay on the side, I got the Mac by the side no pretending wild bitch named Miller
there aint no happy endings, new beginnings I'm just waiting for the fame for the fame and fortune, when they needed me I was gone but as of recently these bitches are slow company, looking at the o's in the bank account, I got hoes of the same amount, cashing out no matter the circumstances, no chances to people who don't deserve mercy, bitch be too thirsty, she got me lurking, im sorry you're too divine, what are my feelings for you? None gotta say that everytime
Diamonds in the lead diamonds in the head, whip is all ruby, when they try to use me that's when I jet, yall ain't seen anyone do it like farzan yet, when I dance I two step, style is a new one, got a new magnum
Hopefully I make it the chances of me making it though are dire, I wanna retire with a Billy
Freaky afghan bitches in the city it don't even matter, scatter the packs scatpack out of the building, finna compromise I improvise to see 40 other ways of stacking cheddar, keep the Beretta, feeding my family don't give a f*ck about the feedback, I need that, that getback, if you want someone to fade away you disappear, rewind this shit and listen to that again cause that's all you need to hear
Writer: Cash Creep
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC