Do me a favor tell me something you hate
So I know not to push you away
This that old school Ye
Before the hallelujah's and the car dash, we would break the tree up on the car dash make the windows fog
Talk beautiful girls I mean beautiful creatures you had to be there in a moment my G
This full-court press could never be broken my G
Had hoes warming benches for free talking bout 03
Stood bout 5'3 all-natural shit
Pass me by all the time, far side shit
She had a thing for niggas that talk jiggy, pop willies, Manili Vanilli them, court-side niggas
This transcript was provided by the all-stars
Who made the deans list while f*cking the porn stars
The Statue of Liberty theme even Marlon Waynes started with a dream
This for California commutes you back east you don't know shit about it
Drive so much I had to write about it
This is knowledge for the open-minded just got out of college
It's not about how much you make but what you do with-profits
The object of the game is success at your own pace
Everyday count ya give and ya takeaways
I maintain to stay in my lane but steady drifting if I ever let you down consider this uplifting
You did it
That's always what I tell myself
I ain't working on fame I'm working on wealth
Who can I call when I wanna rage?
We in a world people do it almost every day
I'm praying for you
Keep my name out ya negative thoughts at all cost
I gave too much and too much we have lost
I stay to myself these days zoning out on the 15 freeway
Wanted that old sunny
These white people smart they sitting on old money
They call our paper lunch meat
That shit last bout two days max but if you listen you could get that shit back
They tracking our movements I am six steps ahead of you loser
Laying on a couch pouting watching the movements
I dream big so I never settle and stay hungry
You dream small lean on ya broad and always hungry
He want a Benz still sleeping at his momma crib
Talking bout he slaying bitches where his momma live by now you should've been an astronaut cousin
You got a first-class bus pass now cousin
I couldn't be more optimistic
Smeared red look familiar from ya girl's lipstick
But I stay to myself these days zoning out on the 15 freeway
Foreboding Imagination
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Do me a favor tell me something you hate
So I know not to push you away
This that old school Ye
Before the hallelujah's and the car dash, we would break the tree up on the car dash make the windows fog
Talk beautiful girls I mean beautiful creatures you had to be there in a moment my G
This full-court press could never be broken my G
Had hoes warming benches for free talking bout 03
Stood bout 5'3 all-natural shit
Pass me by all the time, far side shit
She had a thing for niggas that talk jiggy, pop willies, Manili Vanilli them, court-side niggas
This transcript was provided by the all-stars
Who made the deans list while f*cking the porn stars
The Statue of Liberty theme even Marlon Waynes started with a dream
This for California commutes you back east you don't know shit about it
Drive so much I had to write about it
This is knowledge for the open-minded just got out of college
It's not about how much you make but what you do with-profits
The object of the game is success at your own pace
Everyday count ya give and ya takeaways
I maintain to stay in my lane but steady drifting if I ever let you down consider this uplifting
You did it
That's always what I tell myself
I ain't working on fame I'm working on wealth
Who can I call when I wanna rage?
We in a world people do it almost every day
I'm praying for you
Keep my name out ya negative thoughts at all cost
I gave too much and too much we have lost
I stay to myself these days zoning out on the 15 freeway
Wanted that old sunny
These white people smart they sitting on old money
They call our paper lunch meat
That shit last bout two days max but if you listen you could get that shit back
They tracking our movements I am six steps ahead of you loser
Laying on a couch pouting watching the movements
I dream big so I never settle and stay hungry
You dream small lean on ya broad and always hungry
He want a Benz still sleeping at his momma crib
Talking bout he slaying bitches where his momma live by now you should've been an astronaut cousin
You got a first-class bus pass now cousin
I couldn't be more optimistic
Smeared red look familiar from ya girl's lipstick
But I stay to myself these days zoning out on the 15 freeway
Foreboding Imagination
So I know not to push you away
This that old school Ye
Before the hallelujah's and the car dash, we would break the tree up on the car dash make the windows fog
Talk beautiful girls I mean beautiful creatures you had to be there in a moment my G
This full-court press could never be broken my G
Had hoes warming benches for free talking bout 03
Stood bout 5'3 all-natural shit
Pass me by all the time, far side shit
She had a thing for niggas that talk jiggy, pop willies, Manili Vanilli them, court-side niggas
This transcript was provided by the all-stars
Who made the deans list while f*cking the porn stars
The Statue of Liberty theme even Marlon Waynes started with a dream
This for California commutes you back east you don't know shit about it
Drive so much I had to write about it
This is knowledge for the open-minded just got out of college
It's not about how much you make but what you do with-profits
The object of the game is success at your own pace
Everyday count ya give and ya takeaways
I maintain to stay in my lane but steady drifting if I ever let you down consider this uplifting
You did it
That's always what I tell myself
I ain't working on fame I'm working on wealth
Who can I call when I wanna rage?
We in a world people do it almost every day
I'm praying for you
Keep my name out ya negative thoughts at all cost
I gave too much and too much we have lost
I stay to myself these days zoning out on the 15 freeway
Wanted that old sunny
These white people smart they sitting on old money
They call our paper lunch meat
That shit last bout two days max but if you listen you could get that shit back
They tracking our movements I am six steps ahead of you loser
Laying on a couch pouting watching the movements
I dream big so I never settle and stay hungry
You dream small lean on ya broad and always hungry
He want a Benz still sleeping at his momma crib
Talking bout he slaying bitches where his momma live by now you should've been an astronaut cousin
You got a first-class bus pass now cousin
I couldn't be more optimistic
Smeared red look familiar from ya girl's lipstick
But I stay to myself these days zoning out on the 15 freeway
Foreboding Imagination