Yo yo you got a light?
Yeah yeah I got one it's in my pocket
Alright cool let me see that
Yeah my whole f*cking life I had to improvise
But Jah you here you f*cking right I had to pick the odds
I rock the whole f*cking mic no need for pressing pause
Great dane got 3 bitches toss em to the dogs
Back in Harlem we ain't have it had to borrow clothes
Nigga was a walking meme jah what are those
Now they asking for a dap ain't even coming close
I can't touch you man i'm sorry i'm a germaphobe
I been on my zen shit
I been on my ken shit
Real pretty boy don't need problems need a mansion
10 acre expansion
Went from Frank to Francis
I changed up my character i'm shameless I don't answer
They been on revenge shit
Said you need a plan shit
Can't just pop on niggas and think you gon get away wit it
If they talking icky I call Vicky she gon slay wit it
I can't hit a bitch but if she freaky I might bang wit it
Bitch i got the glick nah don't tell Titi that I lay wit it
Side button for Siri ask directions to dealership
Rolling I been tired schizophrenic I been seeing shit
Take that back from where you got it I shouldn't be dealing wit this
Number one that's true
Don't got time for red or blue
Focus on the green i leave you purple if you rude
If it come to you and me I think it's obvi who they choose
Want it done efficiently I call em up they up the tool, on baby
Juggle it hot and I hope I don't slip up
I got the meditation rocks hit the stones in your liver
And I was built to beat the odds give a f*ck bout a hiccup
I catch my breath and make shit even yes I gotta trick up
My sleeve immediately emits an evil energy
I was never interested to love who they pretend to be
You could keep on listening I could do this shit from 10 to 3
Then 3 to 12 for 2 I sleep
Then start the early morning write a song over a trashy beat
Messed up saying drastically, they laughed at me, well actually
I think as time went on i'd say i'm pretty f*cking nice
But say i'm dead that's if they ask for me
I don't need the fame just need the music to live after me, i'm gone
oneofivejah - SANS PAREIL Lyrics
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Yo yo you got a light?
Yeah yeah I got one it's in my pocket
Alright cool let me see that
Yeah my whole f*cking life I had to improvise
But Jah you here you f*cking right I had to pick the odds
I rock the whole f*cking mic no need for pressing pause
Great dane got 3 bitches toss em to the dogs
Back in Harlem we ain't have it had to borrow clothes
Nigga was a walking meme jah what are those
Now they asking for a dap ain't even coming close
I can't touch you man i'm sorry i'm a germaphobe
I been on my zen shit
I been on my ken shit
Real pretty boy don't need problems need a mansion
10 acre expansion
Went from Frank to Francis
I changed up my character i'm shameless I don't answer
They been on revenge shit
Said you need a plan shit
Can't just pop on niggas and think you gon get away wit it
If they talking icky I call Vicky she gon slay wit it
I can't hit a bitch but if she freaky I might bang wit it
Bitch i got the glick nah don't tell Titi that I lay wit it
Side button for Siri ask directions to dealership
Rolling I been tired schizophrenic I been seeing shit
Take that back from where you got it I shouldn't be dealing wit this
Number one that's true
Don't got time for red or blue
Focus on the green i leave you purple if you rude
If it come to you and me I think it's obvi who they choose
Want it done efficiently I call em up they up the tool, on baby
Juggle it hot and I hope I don't slip up
I got the meditation rocks hit the stones in your liver
And I was built to beat the odds give a f*ck bout a hiccup
I catch my breath and make shit even yes I gotta trick up
My sleeve immediately emits an evil energy
I was never interested to love who they pretend to be
You could keep on listening I could do this shit from 10 to 3
Then 3 to 12 for 2 I sleep
Then start the early morning write a song over a trashy beat
Messed up saying drastically, they laughed at me, well actually
I think as time went on i'd say i'm pretty f*cking nice
But say i'm dead that's if they ask for me
I don't need the fame just need the music to live after me, i'm gone
Yeah yeah I got one it's in my pocket
Alright cool let me see that
Yeah my whole f*cking life I had to improvise
But Jah you here you f*cking right I had to pick the odds
I rock the whole f*cking mic no need for pressing pause
Great dane got 3 bitches toss em to the dogs
Back in Harlem we ain't have it had to borrow clothes
Nigga was a walking meme jah what are those
Now they asking for a dap ain't even coming close
I can't touch you man i'm sorry i'm a germaphobe
I been on my zen shit
I been on my ken shit
Real pretty boy don't need problems need a mansion
10 acre expansion
Went from Frank to Francis
I changed up my character i'm shameless I don't answer
They been on revenge shit
Said you need a plan shit
Can't just pop on niggas and think you gon get away wit it
If they talking icky I call Vicky she gon slay wit it
I can't hit a bitch but if she freaky I might bang wit it
Bitch i got the glick nah don't tell Titi that I lay wit it
Side button for Siri ask directions to dealership
Rolling I been tired schizophrenic I been seeing shit
Take that back from where you got it I shouldn't be dealing wit this
Number one that's true
Don't got time for red or blue
Focus on the green i leave you purple if you rude
If it come to you and me I think it's obvi who they choose
Want it done efficiently I call em up they up the tool, on baby
Juggle it hot and I hope I don't slip up
I got the meditation rocks hit the stones in your liver
And I was built to beat the odds give a f*ck bout a hiccup
I catch my breath and make shit even yes I gotta trick up
My sleeve immediately emits an evil energy
I was never interested to love who they pretend to be
You could keep on listening I could do this shit from 10 to 3
Then 3 to 12 for 2 I sleep
Then start the early morning write a song over a trashy beat
Messed up saying drastically, they laughed at me, well actually
I think as time went on i'd say i'm pretty f*cking nice
But say i'm dead that's if they ask for me
I don't need the fame just need the music to live after me, i'm gone
Writer: Justin Santa
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid