[x2:] (Accept the troubles, [? ]). . Yeah... Uh huh... There's a lot of things in this world you got to accept, you know? Especially... Me! Listenn....
You know. My mind remain on gunplay. While y'all niggas sleep like Jermaine on Sunday. The heat stay packed like the train on Monday. Yes, I lick off the time you gotta be there, (nine).
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[Intro]. God is dope, a hundred bricks. And Jesus is my connect, mane. God is dope, a hundred bricks. And Muhammad my connect, mane. . [Hook]. I got these, I got these, I got that.
Promise, yeah. I promise, I promise, I promise, I promise, yeah. I promise these niggas ain't honest. Promise, but I keep it real. I keep it a hundred, I promise.
I just wanna be here alone, alone. With you, with you, with you, with you, with you. Tell me, how do you feel?. I just wanna be here alone, alone. With you, with you, with you, with you, with you.
Niggas wanna win. These niggas wanna win. These niggas wanna win. Everybody wanna be a mothafuckin' winner. That ain't how it work though, yeah. . Ayy, ayy, disproportionate convictions.
Ty Dolla loops. . Saturday night for niggas. Astronauts and alcohol. We're like satellites for strippers. I'm talkin' 187, make that mothafucka pop. Runnin' 'round and 'round we go.
Oh no. Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh. . What if I said, love was a lie though. It was more like hate with a eye closed. And the other eye had the eye rolled. That's contempt and ignorance, I know.
See this shit go 'round and 'round. Hope you get up to speed and you're alright. All I ever wanted was the dove view. And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated.
Uhh, I just need a minute to replenish who I am. And who I am is so dependent on exactly where we stand. I stand in any pose, anything but tippy-toes.
Yeah, and it got a soul, yeah. Uh-uh, what it do, what it say. Yeah, yeah, Drogas, Drogas, what it say. Yeah, yeah, Drogas, Drogas, what it say. What it say, Drogas, Drogas.
Let me flex, get up, brush sand off myself. I was just holding my breath. Blue shorts, red shirt, how I'm dressed. I look fresh, and I feel. Bleeeeeeessseeeeeeddddd.
Where the popos white as ghost clothes. It ain't good always where Jane Goodall stays. Coolest little black kid, livin' in the ghetto. Hmm... feelin' like livin' in Soweto.
Yeah, and it got a soul, yeah. Uh-uh, what it do, what it say. Yeah, yeah, Drogas, Drogas, what it say. Yeah, yeah, Drogas, Drogas, what it say. What it say, Drogas, Drogas.
You and me, I'm curious to see. Could we be everything you need?. You don't have to go, go, go. We can be alone, alone (yeah, uh), together in this (yeah).
Compose yourself, like a self-aware opera, conjurer. In the zone like Sonic, to produce me. A sign of the end times. In time to make profit off the t-shirts.
Wade with us, baptize and convert to the waves with us. I tuned into what the future holds I could never be a slave, niggas. They gon' have to pay me, Navy, downloaded by the tidals like Jay-Z.
And they say.... . Opium to the ceiling. All for the love of plugs, squealing 'ugh', healing. No more Timberland turf. You're too soft for this, award-winning awkwardness.
Pen to the pad, make the flows on fleek. Took the words that I heard and I put em' to the beat. Press up my tape and I put it in the street. Upload my thousands with my link.