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Carousel Video (MV)




Performed By: Story AIP
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Robert Williams III
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Story AIP - Carousel Lyrics
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It's Mr. Rhyme Scheme, getting really dangerous I mix it with the flow
Bout fast as lightning, lyrics still be banging if I pitch it really slow
It's no one like me, pictures getting painted and I do it from the soul
Call me Divine King, creations in my vein and you can peep it when I glow
Came for the throne, straight taking it home
Thanks to this song they making a clone
Banging the chrome, Trey aim at ya dome
Fakers be on, can't hate, get ya dough
Cause I don't judge working, no way you could hurt me
My bros be blood thirsty, to me they trustworthy
I know I must hurry, running outta time and I ain't 21
Came from the stuggle, all my brain do is hustle, I done strayed from the bubble they was placing all the young
Bump into the cops and they hoping that I'm dumb
But I know my rights, know that I ain't gotta run
Bet that if I didn't they'll have a lot fun
With me, tryna clutch they gun, just to send me up above
I just wanna make some cheese, I don't neglect my profits
Lame activity is watching pockets, save that energy, for my own wallet
I make girls chase me, they see my print, they watching
Now she daydream about slobbing on my knob bust on her noggin
And you know I got that loud, this is not commotion
Blowing on these purple clouds, but I don't sip potion
Pick it up to put you down, I can let the 4 spit
Spin the block come back around, spin the block come back around
Spin the block come back around, that's just for a bonus
Pick it up to put you down, I can let the 4 spit
Blowing on these purple clouds, but I don't sip potion
And you know I got that loud, this is not commotion
Tik Tok flow but it's still holding weight
Chess taught me that I need a check and a mate
Boy I'm so talented how could you hate
Say I'm dropping music and the fans say they can't wait
Take a opp and I rip into him with the blank face
When I did that they was screaming out mayday
Bring ya mans and y'all can all die the same way
Same funeral, same mourning the same day
Stay safe, in the D where you can't play
They hate, if you doing it and they can't
Can't fake, I first noticed it in 8th grade
Maintain, my composure and I vacate
Had to exhale
Copped some Runtz same color as eggshells
Blow my trees and spit the best tales
Steered my route and ain't select jail
Trap Nextel but who could tell next?
You may never know not worth the jail stretch
Baby said I smell good and I'm well dressed
When I started poking she licked my male breast
But I had to leave tho
Pretend we ain't freak, oh
That was just a peep show
Gave her dough, I peep hole
My brothers bang cinco
You not in our league bro
Get up out that seat oh
Free that space like bingo
Ladies love my lingo
Thieves be wanting sprinkles
Of the words I speak, no
I don't share that info
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English

It's Mr. Rhyme Scheme, getting really dangerous I mix it with the flow
Bout fast as lightning, lyrics still be banging if I pitch it really slow
It's no one like me, pictures getting painted and I do it from the soul
Call me Divine King, creations in my vein and you can peep it when I glow
Came for the throne, straight taking it home
Thanks to this song they making a clone
Banging the chrome, Trey aim at ya dome
Fakers be on, can't hate, get ya dough
Cause I don't judge working, no way you could hurt me
My bros be blood thirsty, to me they trustworthy
I know I must hurry, running outta time and I ain't 21
Came from the stuggle, all my brain do is hustle, I done strayed from the bubble they was placing all the young
Bump into the cops and they hoping that I'm dumb
But I know my rights, know that I ain't gotta run
Bet that if I didn't they'll have a lot fun
With me, tryna clutch they gun, just to send me up above
I just wanna make some cheese, I don't neglect my profits
Lame activity is watching pockets, save that energy, for my own wallet
I make girls chase me, they see my print, they watching
Now she daydream about slobbing on my knob bust on her noggin
And you know I got that loud, this is not commotion
Blowing on these purple clouds, but I don't sip potion
Pick it up to put you down, I can let the 4 spit
Spin the block come back around, spin the block come back around
Spin the block come back around, that's just for a bonus
Pick it up to put you down, I can let the 4 spit
Blowing on these purple clouds, but I don't sip potion
And you know I got that loud, this is not commotion
Tik Tok flow but it's still holding weight
Chess taught me that I need a check and a mate
Boy I'm so talented how could you hate
Say I'm dropping music and the fans say they can't wait
Take a opp and I rip into him with the blank face
When I did that they was screaming out mayday
Bring ya mans and y'all can all die the same way
Same funeral, same mourning the same day
Stay safe, in the D where you can't play
They hate, if you doing it and they can't
Can't fake, I first noticed it in 8th grade
Maintain, my composure and I vacate
Had to exhale
Copped some Runtz same color as eggshells
Blow my trees and spit the best tales
Steered my route and ain't select jail
Trap Nextel but who could tell next?
You may never know not worth the jail stretch
Baby said I smell good and I'm well dressed
When I started poking she licked my male breast
But I had to leave tho
Pretend we ain't freak, oh
That was just a peep show
Gave her dough, I peep hole
My brothers bang cinco
You not in our league bro
Get up out that seat oh
Free that space like bingo
Ladies love my lingo
Thieves be wanting sprinkles
Of the words I speak, no
I don't share that info
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Writer: Robert Williams III
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