I just need my space right now (She told me to go make some time) Yeah
She told me to make some time, but bae, I ain't wastin' mine My Rollie up to the sky and ain't set up the date and time (Facts) I sent you up to go get it, just bring it to break it down Got my folks collectin' pints 'cause they heard 'Face in town Her heart broken and it's my fault, but I ain't notice I'm half-soldier and half-boss and niggas know that Hope they ain't hatin' 'cause they'll never get they ho back I'm at Zeidman's еlectin' somethin', this wherе I vote at Girl, where your passport? I need some love, let's hit Jamaica I'm gettin' what I want, I used to run around with takers These boys get desperate when they be runnin' out of paper (No cap) Know I got vices, I'll probably never put the drank up Lame-ass nigga, come and get a picture or somethin' Grab you somethin' from the mall, but you ain't gettin' my trust We need SMACK DVD 'cause they ain't livin' like us (Come on) Somethin' black to match the bin, put my bitch in the truck Told me I need therapy, I don't be givin' a fuck I can only judge a nigga how they act when they up Pull a move, don't think twice, he would've did it to me Pull up on me same day, this shit won't take me a week You ever dropped a glass pint and had to scrape up the drank? You ever slayed a bad bitch and had to keep it discreet? No guns drawn, bullets flyin', how you beefin' with me? Might give a Scat to a rat, it's cats stitched to my seat Ri— Rich dope fiend, a Perc' dipped in my lean Bi— Bitch, watch your mouth when you talkin' to me I had to cut into the rug for almost kickin' my drink Sir, can you tell me what you pourin' that keep makin' it pink? Look up at the JumboTron, I'm flexin', I'm gettin' off They see me, they cheerin' for me, but I ain't pick up a ball Snowsuit claws, cuz shovelin' my driveway Cars back to back like we celebratin' a holiday Barely get to see her, but she still gon' keep that pussy safe That's a pick six, niggas tried to run a rookie play Bro dropped out, but he still won't put the books away Old hoes mad, on my Instagram, "Look at 'Face" Another day, it's new Givenchy, I'm just doin' press Do you love me or you hate me? Say it with your chest Life is like a card game, I been done with chess I can't show my hand, won't tell my right about the left Made a way, but never left, put my homies out this mess Tied with the top execs (Boy), ride with the chopper, yes I know I can't win 'em all, but I won't let 'em see me sweat I'm just tryna get them out, these niggas wanna be the best I left a statement to the telly [?][2:28] They keep on askin' for the blueprint, I just be myself My youngin walkin' with his shirt up so you see his belt No double Gs or LVs, this make you scream for— Carhartt, Marni Wockhardt, Barney Rockstar, gnarly Beam me up, Charlie Take a nigga bitch 'cause he lyin' like safari I keep buyin' Chromes that's identical to Cartis Can't change my habits for shit, I'm stuck in my ways You got the right to remain silent, the fuck did you say? These FaZe Clan-ass niggas play nothin' but games Walked out the crib, decisions, decisions, I jumped out the Range Like fuck it, who ran the route better, me or Harriet Tubman? Can you picture me rollin'? Exes picture me clubbin' He can't erase the hate, I put my dick in his woman My glizzy gettin' engaged, I'm gettin' it fit for a button You know how my niggas livin', I'm turned up, I'm on the Oxy' I'm ballin', woah Kemosabe I'm coastin' like I'm at Jozzy She dig me, my pimpin' popular It's neat, but I want it sloppy Rap for 'em, but I ain't Fivi She foreign, my lil' mami Yeah, I can fly you out, bae, I don't care to see bitches Psyche, it's like ten of 'em comin' to the D with me Shorty, these your options, you gon' cut me in or eat with me High, nodded off, fucked around and let her sleep with me Codeine baby, I don't care if it was three-fifty At the round table passin' cups, you can drink with me I had a one-on-one with God and he gon' bless me for life That's for them times I kept it solid when I could've been slime She let some niggas knock her up, but this was one to keep mine I got some gangsters pop you up, you say my name three times You know it's hot, it's just like grease, I'll get a lame deep fried I used to get 'em for the nineteen, my name Keyshawn I rock the cradle, then boom like it's '85 I'm smashin' the pedal of somethin' new like I'm racin' the lines These [?][4:05], but it's Maison in mine I hope some years get knocked for niggas facin' some time [?] artist, who the next Warhol? Baller, bitch, rich nigga up, look at cornball Hangin' with my nieces and my nephews and ignore y'all There's niggas speakin' down when you ain't there and don't support at all Listen to this, can do bad all myself, my nigga Niggas gon' try and I'm gon' catch a free one, I feel it How you gang? They got the drop on, go kill him I'll dress 'em up and make 'em look good, [?][4:32] Swag on a hundred, flowing through, I'm like Wayne in '06 TMZ on my dick Post a half, look at this Post a bag, niggas goin' out sad 'bout some chips Met her first day and cut her ass the same, that was Trish Nigga play, so you know I gotta get 'em, made the list Damn, look at me, remember playin' tag, now I'm it I come through, got the whole hood wavin', Money Mitch Rap general, I still'll sub in and dunk a brick
(I just need my space right now) Face Mob, nigga MOB, man, the biggest Money Over Bitches Fuck you other niggas, y'all ain't really with us Y'all know how we comin', nigga Shit ain't 'bout nothin' Codeine cowboys Rest in peace to all my fallen soldiers we lost, nigga Motherfuckin' stupid solder turned to boss Diamonds like Voss [?][5:15] Real P when I walk, bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
