It's Humble Records
On the track
My boy Adriiian
Coming back
Kill this shit, boy
Okay
I just need direction
Don't expect no Usher Raymond, boy, I'm all out of confessions
I'm just, a little worried that Smith & Wesson might kill my bredren
Just cuz some bitch he's texting
Life is an imperfection
I've been buzzed, for lightyears
Imagine Buzz Lightyear sipping bud light beer
25ft from school I'll burn the bud right here
And if we run OUTLET me bring the PLUG right here
"Yo Oxley, watch me, you gassed up my passion with all your hope
But I can't perform, I ain't charismatic, boy, I might choke"
I told him, "just clear your throat. You don't wanna be seen as a joke
You rep the Flossy, stay blue as water, but don't be mistook for a loc"
He told me, "see that's the problem. I bang for my whole block
Boy, the East is gettin reckless, we reppin a 100 Clocc
And it's not a f*cking problem, bro, we got it on lock
Unless you want a f*cking problem, we can take it to the spot
Maybe Gersh, maybe Lenox, 2Sev or Bildersee
I got goons and coons that I've swooned that are down to kill for me"
I said, "Nigga, hold your breath. Do not belittle me
Take that negative energy, point it right at the industry
We got the same enemy, we in this together
Disassemble your militia or use your power for better
Nice to meet you and I'll be looking out for your efforts
And even if you fail, I'd like to say I'm proud of your effort"
He said, "it's not that simple, nigga. I just need direction
Don't expect no Usher Raymond, I'm all out of confessions..."
Oh! Woohoo!
Adriiian - French Inhale Interlude (feat. Sean the Manager) Lyrics
Adriiian - French Inhale Interlude (feat. Sean the Manager) Lyrics
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It's Humble Records
On the track
My boy Adriiian
Coming back
Kill this shit, boy
Okay
I just need direction
Don't expect no Usher Raymond, boy, I'm all out of confessions
I'm just, a little worried that Smith & Wesson might kill my bredren
Just cuz some bitch he's texting
Life is an imperfection
I've been buzzed, for lightyears
Imagine Buzz Lightyear sipping bud light beer
25ft from school I'll burn the bud right here
And if we run OUTLET me bring the PLUG right here
"Yo Oxley, watch me, you gassed up my passion with all your hope
But I can't perform, I ain't charismatic, boy, I might choke"
I told him, "just clear your throat. You don't wanna be seen as a joke
You rep the Flossy, stay blue as water, but don't be mistook for a loc"
He told me, "see that's the problem. I bang for my whole block
Boy, the East is gettin reckless, we reppin a 100 Clocc
And it's not a f*cking problem, bro, we got it on lock
Unless you want a f*cking problem, we can take it to the spot
Maybe Gersh, maybe Lenox, 2Sev or Bildersee
I got goons and coons that I've swooned that are down to kill for me"
I said, "Nigga, hold your breath. Do not belittle me
Take that negative energy, point it right at the industry
We got the same enemy, we in this together
Disassemble your militia or use your power for better
Nice to meet you and I'll be looking out for your efforts
And even if you fail, I'd like to say I'm proud of your effort"
He said, "it's not that simple, nigga. I just need direction
Don't expect no Usher Raymond, I'm all out of confessions..."
Oh! Woohoo!
On the track
My boy Adriiian
Coming back
Kill this shit, boy
Okay
I just need direction
Don't expect no Usher Raymond, boy, I'm all out of confessions
I'm just, a little worried that Smith & Wesson might kill my bredren
Just cuz some bitch he's texting
Life is an imperfection
I've been buzzed, for lightyears
Imagine Buzz Lightyear sipping bud light beer
25ft from school I'll burn the bud right here
And if we run OUTLET me bring the PLUG right here
"Yo Oxley, watch me, you gassed up my passion with all your hope
But I can't perform, I ain't charismatic, boy, I might choke"
I told him, "just clear your throat. You don't wanna be seen as a joke
You rep the Flossy, stay blue as water, but don't be mistook for a loc"
He told me, "see that's the problem. I bang for my whole block
Boy, the East is gettin reckless, we reppin a 100 Clocc
And it's not a f*cking problem, bro, we got it on lock
Unless you want a f*cking problem, we can take it to the spot
Maybe Gersh, maybe Lenox, 2Sev or Bildersee
I got goons and coons that I've swooned that are down to kill for me"
I said, "Nigga, hold your breath. Do not belittle me
Take that negative energy, point it right at the industry
We got the same enemy, we in this together
Disassemble your militia or use your power for better
Nice to meet you and I'll be looking out for your efforts
And even if you fail, I'd like to say I'm proud of your effort"
He said, "it's not that simple, nigga. I just need direction
Don't expect no Usher Raymond, I'm all out of confessions..."
Oh! Woohoo!
Writer: Adrian Oxley, Sean Fontellio
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid