Starboy like The Weeknd
I don't mad I get even
They wanna do me like Julius Ceasar
Seen jealousy turn into treason
If I said it, I mean it or meant it
Lean from Japan, weed from the chemist
Tweakin' off dexies like we in detention
Number (N)ine jeans, but this freak an 11
Sometimes I feel it, or sometimes I'm numb to the pain
Life's a bitch, but I love her the same
Why they keep giving their flowers to flops?
The real gotta wait for bouquets on their graves
Death took my soul-mate, part of me changed
I lost the plot on the path to my grave
Nothings is free it all comes at a cost
I paid my dues didn't see any change
Chess not checkers, an intricate game
Win it, or lose in a million ways
Rose from the concrete, they thought I'd wither away
Old mates want R.I.P next to my name
But I'm dodging my coffin
Pouring concoctions
4:44 on the G-Shock
Pussy so good, got me rapping like D-Block
Starboy like The Weeknd
I don't mad I get even
They wanna do me like Julius Ceasar
Seen jealousy turn into treason
If I said it, I mean it or meant it
Lean from Japan, weed from the chemist
Tweakin' off dexies like we in detention
Number (N)ine jeans, but this freak an 11
Flight mode, leave me a message
SMS me, my dm's a cesspit
Left the trap, ain't been in a second
They beating a dead horse texting for ketty (Neighhhh, Neighhhh)
Old habits die hard, Mum got shrooms for a present
Lies are a mask, the truth is a weapon
Don't live in the past or the future, be present
Starboy like The Weeknd
I don't mad I get even
They wanna do me like Julius Ceasar
Seen jealousy turn into treason
If I said it, I mean it or meant it
Lean from Japan, weed from the chemist
Tweakin' off dexies like we in detention
Number (N)ine jeans, but this freak an 11
Salty MC - Julius Ceasar (DBE Flow) Lyrics
Salty MC - Julius Ceasar (DBE Flow) Lyrics
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Starboy like The Weeknd
I don't mad I get even
They wanna do me like Julius Ceasar
Seen jealousy turn into treason
If I said it, I mean it or meant it
Lean from Japan, weed from the chemist
Tweakin' off dexies like we in detention
Number (N)ine jeans, but this freak an 11
Sometimes I feel it, or sometimes I'm numb to the pain
Life's a bitch, but I love her the same
Why they keep giving their flowers to flops?
The real gotta wait for bouquets on their graves
Death took my soul-mate, part of me changed
I lost the plot on the path to my grave
Nothings is free it all comes at a cost
I paid my dues didn't see any change
Chess not checkers, an intricate game
Win it, or lose in a million ways
Rose from the concrete, they thought I'd wither away
Old mates want R.I.P next to my name
But I'm dodging my coffin
Pouring concoctions
4:44 on the G-Shock
Pussy so good, got me rapping like D-Block
Starboy like The Weeknd
I don't mad I get even
They wanna do me like Julius Ceasar
Seen jealousy turn into treason
If I said it, I mean it or meant it
Lean from Japan, weed from the chemist
Tweakin' off dexies like we in detention
Number (N)ine jeans, but this freak an 11
Flight mode, leave me a message
SMS me, my dm's a cesspit
Left the trap, ain't been in a second
They beating a dead horse texting for ketty (Neighhhh, Neighhhh)
Old habits die hard, Mum got shrooms for a present
Lies are a mask, the truth is a weapon
Don't live in the past or the future, be present
Starboy like The Weeknd
I don't mad I get even
They wanna do me like Julius Ceasar
Seen jealousy turn into treason
If I said it, I mean it or meant it
Lean from Japan, weed from the chemist
Tweakin' off dexies like we in detention
Number (N)ine jeans, but this freak an 11
I don't mad I get even
They wanna do me like Julius Ceasar
Seen jealousy turn into treason
If I said it, I mean it or meant it
Lean from Japan, weed from the chemist
Tweakin' off dexies like we in detention
Number (N)ine jeans, but this freak an 11
Sometimes I feel it, or sometimes I'm numb to the pain
Life's a bitch, but I love her the same
Why they keep giving their flowers to flops?
The real gotta wait for bouquets on their graves
Death took my soul-mate, part of me changed
I lost the plot on the path to my grave
Nothings is free it all comes at a cost
I paid my dues didn't see any change
Chess not checkers, an intricate game
Win it, or lose in a million ways
Rose from the concrete, they thought I'd wither away
Old mates want R.I.P next to my name
But I'm dodging my coffin
Pouring concoctions
4:44 on the G-Shock
Pussy so good, got me rapping like D-Block
Starboy like The Weeknd
I don't mad I get even
They wanna do me like Julius Ceasar
Seen jealousy turn into treason
If I said it, I mean it or meant it
Lean from Japan, weed from the chemist
Tweakin' off dexies like we in detention
Number (N)ine jeans, but this freak an 11
Flight mode, leave me a message
SMS me, my dm's a cesspit
Left the trap, ain't been in a second
They beating a dead horse texting for ketty (Neighhhh, Neighhhh)
Old habits die hard, Mum got shrooms for a present
Lies are a mask, the truth is a weapon
Don't live in the past or the future, be present
Starboy like The Weeknd
I don't mad I get even
They wanna do me like Julius Ceasar
Seen jealousy turn into treason
If I said it, I mean it or meant it
Lean from Japan, weed from the chemist
Tweakin' off dexies like we in detention
Number (N)ine jeans, but this freak an 11
Writer: Salty Mc
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