(You know this beat is worth a fucking kilo) (Trademark) Yeah
I'm a ball player Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers It's all fun, baby, peewee going major Ridin' through LA, I feel like I'm the mayor Midwest nigga getting motherfucking paper In the back of the party with some slayers Bro, look at all these hatin'-ass niggas, yeah, they hate us I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer Lil' bro, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper (Yeah) Motherfucker, I am a rager Collin Sexton mood I'm Young Bull, it's gettin' dangerous (Gang) Baby, this shit'll never change us My new house so big, I can't see the fuckin' neighbors Ah, yeah, ghetto niggas making it major Ah, yeah, tell that nigga he gotta pay up Ah, yeah, shorty said this shit like a layup Ah, yeah, tell my mama we on the way up (Ooh-oh)
Ayy, pick up the phone, we need to talk already Tell my mama we gon' ball already, yeah, woah, woah, woah Kill my superstitions I need some restrictions, girl you know that hurt my soul (And I made another one, baby, yeah, yeah, yeah) Kill my superstitions I need some restrictions, girl, you know that hurt my soul A little bit, but not only a little bit I see you in the back of the car got a smile on, on some jealous shit Got a hole inside of my heart it's so large, y'all gotta come feel this shit Yeah, Bob the Builder break her back out, girl, I'm drillin' it Blink 182 AM, so high, and girl, I'm feeling this Girl, I've been trying to do no wrong, no I ain't villainous This world is not my home, it's filled with wickedness And I've been so low, it's ridiculous I can barely use my words, I'm not a lyricist Remember aunt called me aunt called me and said the realist shit She said, "Boy, if you ain't dead you better kill this shit" "And just promise if you do it you do it and keep your diligence" "And your head stay solid, little nigga your family militant" Oh, if I don't go right, then I'ma go left I swear I'll never change, I'm lil' Daij, I'm unimpressed You don't like the way I move and shit I wish that was expressed Should've called back on my phone when I wish that was addressed Hard body, smooth move, hypnotized, now she possessed Tryna go back to that fire in the wild, wild west Good morning, wake up you've been sleeping in a fucking mess I can't feel, I can't feel They're moving all around, they can't seem to stay still But my energy's so low, I can't kill, I can't kill It's not true what they say, pain kills, pain kills If I go out today, at least I'm going out real Take you out, take you out, take you out, take you out Try me, try me Dej Loaf in my blood, I hope a nigga try me And everybody the same, that mean the world save me Don't tell 'em, don't tell 'em Lil' bro need a way, he finna go and ho something I told him use the plan B but he don't know, I can't tell him He said get rich or die trying I can't even blame the old fella He can't even hang with the guys, so he had to propel 'em They can't even open they eyes 'cause these streets, shit compel 'em They been out trappin' for days working hard, you gon' smell 'em MM, mm, mm, who the fuck gon' tell 'em? That ain't the way to live, my nigga move right and stay mellow Wait, I can't trust a soul, you couldn't save me My family did me dirty, how the fuck you finna fake me? Ayy, beat his ass for talking, wait put his ass on Say Cheese Your heart is split in two, mine too, girl come and trade me Bless me, I'm messy, yeah, you can never blame me I'm feeling sentimental, ain't nobody try to save me Now I'm swerving in that Lambo wait, this shit getting spacey And my chopper gettin' nasty let me take this bitch off safety How I wake up in the morning? How I wake up in the morning? Do you feel me? I know you gotta feel me Banana clip, GG, my shades on, I did 'em filthy I've been trippin' for the last three years this ain't the real me I've been talkin' multi-million dollar deals since the little me Gotta shoot me with a god gun, my complex been feelin' me 'Cause I don't think that man make a fucking gun that can kill me
I'm a ball player Feel like Shaq and Kobe Bean on the Lakers It's all fun, baby, peewee going major Ridin' through LA, I feel like I'm the mayor Midwest nigga getting motherfucking paper In the back of the party with some slayers Bro, look at all these hatin'-ass niggas, yeah, they hate us I see you fake, you should come with a disclaimer Lil' bro, get off your ass and go get your ass some paper (Yeah) Motherfucker, I am a rager Collin Sexton mood, I'm Young Bull it's gettin' dangerous (Gang) Baby, this shit'll never change us My new house so big, I can't see the fuckin' neighbors Ah, yeah, ghetto niggas making it major Ah, yeah, tell that nigga he gotta pay up Ah, yeah, shorty said this shit like a layup Ah, yeah, tell my mama we on the way up
Hi, baby, it's your mommy calling you Just calling to see what you were doing, I know you probably At the studio or still sleeping Just wanted you to know, baby that I'm so very, very proud of you And all that you doing You are a great inspiration to many people And you know, I just wanted to let you know that I love you I was thinking about you And, um Mom, let me speak to my brother Hold on Zach, I'm on this voice-mail, he's not answering Call me when you get up and do not be speeding
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Compositores: Benjamin Falik (Julia Lewis) (ASCAP), Blake Strauss, Daijon Cotty Davis (Dc The Don) (ASCAP), Hakeem Augustin, Tyler MalineEditor: Ultra Tunes (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #45798320 em 15/Ago/2024