歌詞

On my four year stand gotta get it how I live it Pushing papers through the mail if you wonder why I didn't Give you options where to pick it My career is further lifted Maybe cause soul is gifted I show you right by the tickets Got three phones in the room And will not make a beep I don't need to slow me down While I'm running on the beat No pre don't come with the heat But this shit might take some weeks Like shipping from over seas And I still got what you need, okay I drops steaks on gold plates, I go bar for bar And I ain't talking bout the hoping I do when I park the car Give 'em something know it's real, They can tell you who we are I'm the leader, captain, honcho, the oracle of a star If you know just like I know I rep Blaq right next to rose Need the biddy's at front row When I'm lighting up a show Staying home im on the low Where I go you never know On the mic I clear my throat Like I'm drinking down a coke I'm a peak scoring solider The legends I recruit Need at least 20 seats When I'm eating with the troops Heard you wasn't cool with me Gone and tell me what it do? If you really had a problem There would be no more of you Turning up for my release Gotta practice what I preach I've been pulling on the time as if tryna break a leash I'll be back, I repeat To the bank, currency Yeah it's cold, got the heat Need some more follow me, aye
Writer(s): Xavier Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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