(Aye RIP my nigga Jmoney man)
Yea
Uh... Uh
Gotta love for the game it make em hate more
Feeling less love, then I start to make more
Took his re up and I
(BAPE Store! Yea)
(Yeah, yo)
Say my love for the game, make em hate more
Feeling less love, then I start to make more
Took his re up, f*cked it up inside the BAPE store
Counting young money, I should be on the Drake tour (Whoo) (Whoo)
Nigga stay on my grind, I'm not talking skateboard
Bought this kush on Christmas, it had me high until May 4th (I'm high as shit)
My category uncategorized I'm flamethrowing
Inside the booth, you let your guard down you pay for it
My kicks DS, no gameboy
You lame boy
Penguin leather on my kicks nigga soon as I step towards (As I step!)
All the blessings and goals nigga I stay golden (Whoo!)
Went 8 and 1 with my chargers, Terrell Owens (Whoo!)
Juvenile detention nigga I learned from it (Know better)
Diamonds sick, kicks sick, they turn stomachs (Cold Weather)
The flow vomit
Fly as hell, get dressed in a cockpit
Chevy SS gone kill the scene
Stand for I'm so sorry (I apologize)
Karl Lagerfeld on my collar, know how I'm styling (Ha!)
Yo hoe a multitasker
She roll my weed, while she ride it (Bitch!)
Tears in the back of my eyes, but they have yet to fallen (Nah)
It seem like when I lost my homie, when I found my calling
These rappers steal my swag, I should charge them with Petty Larson (Lame)
Nigga swimming in ya bitch, like a Miami dolphin (Whoo!)
Double F upon my fabric stand for "Fame" and "Fortune" (Ya dig)
The license plate say "CAT" that means you can't afford This (Like skrr!)
A lot of pain in my veins. I absorb it
I did not plan it, I'm a star I just went out of orbit
You lost your focus
My rapping different
You can't record this
Cut out the middle man, plug is cordless
There is no shortage
Bout my green but I don't run with tortoise
(Hahahaha... young Galileo...)
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(Aye RIP my nigga Jmoney man)
Yea
Uh... Uh
Gotta love for the game it make em hate more
Feeling less love, then I start to make more
Took his re up and I
(BAPE Store! Yea)
(Yeah, yo)
Say my love for the game, make em hate more
Feeling less love, then I start to make more
Took his re up, f*cked it up inside the BAPE store
Counting young money, I should be on the Drake tour (Whoo) (Whoo)
Nigga stay on my grind, I'm not talking skateboard
Bought this kush on Christmas, it had me high until May 4th (I'm high as shit)
My category uncategorized I'm flamethrowing
Inside the booth, you let your guard down you pay for it
My kicks DS, no gameboy
You lame boy
Penguin leather on my kicks nigga soon as I step towards (As I step!)
All the blessings and goals nigga I stay golden (Whoo!)
Went 8 and 1 with my chargers, Terrell Owens (Whoo!)
Juvenile detention nigga I learned from it (Know better)
Diamonds sick, kicks sick, they turn stomachs (Cold Weather)
The flow vomit
Fly as hell, get dressed in a cockpit
Chevy SS gone kill the scene
Stand for I'm so sorry (I apologize)
Karl Lagerfeld on my collar, know how I'm styling (Ha!)
Yo hoe a multitasker
She roll my weed, while she ride it (Bitch!)
Tears in the back of my eyes, but they have yet to fallen (Nah)
It seem like when I lost my homie, when I found my calling
These rappers steal my swag, I should charge them with Petty Larson (Lame)
Nigga swimming in ya bitch, like a Miami dolphin (Whoo!)
Double F upon my fabric stand for "Fame" and "Fortune" (Ya dig)
The license plate say "CAT" that means you can't afford This (Like skrr!)
A lot of pain in my veins. I absorb it
I did not plan it, I'm a star I just went out of orbit
You lost your focus
My rapping different
You can't record this
Cut out the middle man, plug is cordless
There is no shortage
Bout my green but I don't run with tortoise
(Hahahaha... young Galileo...)
Yea
Uh... Uh
Gotta love for the game it make em hate more
Feeling less love, then I start to make more
Took his re up and I
(BAPE Store! Yea)
(Yeah, yo)
Say my love for the game, make em hate more
Feeling less love, then I start to make more
Took his re up, f*cked it up inside the BAPE store
Counting young money, I should be on the Drake tour (Whoo) (Whoo)
Nigga stay on my grind, I'm not talking skateboard
Bought this kush on Christmas, it had me high until May 4th (I'm high as shit)
My category uncategorized I'm flamethrowing
Inside the booth, you let your guard down you pay for it
My kicks DS, no gameboy
You lame boy
Penguin leather on my kicks nigga soon as I step towards (As I step!)
All the blessings and goals nigga I stay golden (Whoo!)
Went 8 and 1 with my chargers, Terrell Owens (Whoo!)
Juvenile detention nigga I learned from it (Know better)
Diamonds sick, kicks sick, they turn stomachs (Cold Weather)
The flow vomit
Fly as hell, get dressed in a cockpit
Chevy SS gone kill the scene
Stand for I'm so sorry (I apologize)
Karl Lagerfeld on my collar, know how I'm styling (Ha!)
Yo hoe a multitasker
She roll my weed, while she ride it (Bitch!)
Tears in the back of my eyes, but they have yet to fallen (Nah)
It seem like when I lost my homie, when I found my calling
These rappers steal my swag, I should charge them with Petty Larson (Lame)
Nigga swimming in ya bitch, like a Miami dolphin (Whoo!)
Double F upon my fabric stand for "Fame" and "Fortune" (Ya dig)
The license plate say "CAT" that means you can't afford This (Like skrr!)
A lot of pain in my veins. I absorb it
I did not plan it, I'm a star I just went out of orbit
You lost your focus
My rapping different
You can't record this
Cut out the middle man, plug is cordless
There is no shortage
Bout my green but I don't run with tortoise
(Hahahaha... young Galileo...)
Writer: Devonte Walker
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