Lana Del Rey

2-0-21, I was stomping in this bitch

I was gonna change lives when I dreamed of getting rich

I got a whole bag, then I turned into a trick

I can't help myself, I've been thinking with my dick

I get way to paranoid, no more za when I smoke

Back to back tobacco, ****, not too long before I croak

Brixton on me, I be looking like a bloke

Can't tell me shit, every song is on

Go

Go

Go

Aye, aye, tuh

Aye, I swear to God, I'm so sick and tired of these ****, dog

Go

Aye, put that on my mama like–

Aye, huh, aye, nah, for real

I don't use a pen, I use a Epipen now, for real, for real

I'm allergic to these lames, dog, for real, for real

Toxicity, got it from hood trauma, for real, for real

Love and compassion from hood mommas, for real

Okay, big dreams, wide-eyed

Head in the clouds, skydive

Say the shit, but never do it

No sir, not I

She run her mouth, it's evident

You never hear the end of it, yeah, her brain a ten

But the bitch asinine

Man, these **** washed up, and I'm cool with that

Don't connect with what you sayin' 'cause yo service trash

I'm in a puffer coat made under a London flag

Tryna find out where I'm at, **** google maps

Okay, street view, oh my God, he in a bag

I like ratchet hoes, pretty face, plenty ass

Why the fuck these hoes never cool with they dad?

I need to, run it back, huh, I need to run it, wait–

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go, go, go, go

Go

Let it go

Your time is up

I'm on the road

I'm counting up

They picked us

So big me up

Or shut it up

I'm on a roll

I'm on a-

I can't forget

I hold a grudge

Like a new born

Bitch I'm from the mud

Give me your hoe

I'ma slut her up

Can't go against us

**** really up