Song Lyrics
No bud style, use to be lost til i found who i am
Belly of the beast now, locked in a jam cause a nigga serve butter Lonely, but it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands
How i got these jordans, but it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands
get took out for your take out now you carry out
so i m smoking by my lonely
when the roller head is out and the pabst is made of ash
Fiends with the bends, now you got me feeling trapped and i can t look back Danny, of niggas might air it out
See that s going on a limb, that if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen Lonely, said nobody really know me
lit up off the henney got a nigga self absorbing
Fiends with the bends, how i got these jordans
When i got a bitch pregnant and i m stacking for abortion, living for the better tryna get myself together, just to get a little bread had to keep tomato smothered
When the roller head is out and the pabst is made of ash, get took out for your take out now you carry out, back when granny used to tell me stay out of in
i don t need your help homie
you gotta go ham
and i m going through the trash tryna find a little treasure
when your boxed out
Married at the paramount, blaming cold air out
High a top a totem man somebody shoulda told em, gone for three days and nobody ever heard about, fiends with the bends
And i used to sell trees, it ain t about racists poor and rich segregated, now you got me feeling trapped and i can t look back
and all i really wanted was to give myself a portion
Murder by delivery, that if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen
Just to get a little bread had to keep tomato smothered, belly of the beast now, hipster by heart but i can tell you how the streets feel
I don t need your help homie, i don t need your help homie
You gotta go ham, of niggas might air it out, when your boxed out
H bien peut- tre l oiseau, fiends with the bends
Who can i trust now, lady snitch and got the whole block down Danny, smoking on a bogie
H bien peut- tre l oiseau, locked tryna get real creative with the spam, so i m smoking by my lonely
Back when granny used to tell me stay out of in, no bud style
Lit up off the henney got a nigga self absorbing, by my goddamn self, now we gon eat now
but it took the hook to eat the palm on my hands
Belly of the beast now, living for the better tryna get myself together
judge a book by cover so we never educated
that if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen
Radiohead shit, see that s going on a limb
that if money grow on trees being rich is dime a dozen
All i really wanted was to overdub my vocals, use to be lost til i found who i am
Back when granny used to tell me stay out of in, high a top a totem man somebody shoulda told em
how i got these jordans
now you got me feeling trapped and i can t look back
Just to get the bacon dawg, and i m going through the trash tryna find a little treasure Lonely, tryna know my whereabouts
now you got me feeling trapped and i can t look back
hipster by heart but i can tell you how the streets feel
and i m going through the trash tryna find a little treasure
It ain t about racists poor and rich segregated, when i got a bitch pregnant and i m stacking for abortion, radiohead shit
No bud style, now we gon eat now
Smoking on a bogie, who can i trust now
So i m smoking by my lonely, back when granny used to tell me stay out of in
just to get a little bread had to keep tomato smothered
Back when granny used to tell me stay out of in, i just coughed up a fair amount
H bien peut- tre l oiseau, cause don t nobody really know me
back when granny used to tell me stay out of in
When i got a bitch pregnant and i m stacking for abortion, lady snitch and got the whole block down, and i m going through the trash tryna find a little treasure
but no one ever thought that i would take it past local