throwaway song b4 tape

everything by me

Mr. Slide In Benzes
I don’t do no renting
We was jumping fences
Can’t believe we winning
She blowing up my mentions
She do it for attention
I’m on that “break the rim” shit
He only ball when it’s scrimmage
MVP 2001, I don’t even go to practice
Emo wrist got princess cuts, I’m tryna win a pageant
You left me but I’m past it
I’m so over that shit
I know we ain’t lasting
I know we ain’t, yeah

I was eating off paper plates, now my whip got paper plates
Low suspension, make it scrape
Brush my teeth then make the pape
Pockets look like Raising Cane’s; I got chicken in the bank
Keep my feelings in that cage
Feel the moment slip away
It’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party, aye
Book my flight to New York, diamonds they gon Harlem shake
I’ma keep my peace, I’m take a step back, I’m playing Harden games
Met her in the Roxy Club, damn near gave my heart away
Ain't heard of this game called “love” but it can’t be that hard to play
Wake up and I count these bucks, perfect way to start the day
In the store and I’m too damn fried, can’t even push my cart down the aisle
Reminiscing about your smile
I’ll be good, but it’s gone take a while
I’m pushing this Bentayga wild
That chassis low to the ground
Is you gon roll, tell me now
Is you gon fold, tell me now
I know it’s cold on the ground
But you stood ten toes, take a bow
I’m staying ten toes to the ground
Until my soul in the clouds
Till I’m in a hole in the ground, I’m keeping it 400k
Sip my cup slow, don’t drown
Can’t let you slow me down
Quit tryna be like me, boy just get your own sound
I’m making that dough go round, as long as the globe go round
She got French tips & red keys
Brown diamonds, Diet Pepsi
It ain’t nothing you could tell me
Unless yo ass was there
When I hadn’t even sold ten beats
Tryna hack my FLRegkey.reg
Tryna get in with my favorite prods
But they ass just wouldn’t accept me
So i take my #victorylap
Can’t get much higher than first place
Knew it wouldn’t work in the first place
Want her last name to be the same as mine, but she don’t even know my first name
I got too much to deal with your pain
VLM over everything
I stay repping that flag like Kurt Ang

Tryna be better, don’t know if it’s, uh
Tryna be better, don’t know if it’s, uh
Tryna be better, don’t know if it’s working
Tryna hide it but I know you’re stained
Tryna hide it but I know you’re fake
Tryna hide it but I ain’t no saint
I’m just relying on faith
It’s so hard to pilot my fate
She’s on my mind, yeah, all day
That’s just one high I won’t chase
You threw that pie in my face
Don’t cross that line, it’s no way
On my neckline, a snowflake
It’s gon make you blind, see no hate
Used to ride that pine, get no play
Drop 79, what coach say
Fuck it, add two more, I’ma go 8
Brother throw that lob, I’ma go Blake
You killed that love, it’s okay
Heat of passion turned to a cold case
Can we wrap this shit up like cold cuts
All p!nk Trackhawk like “So What”
I been stuck in the past, need to grow up
A nigga stuck in the past, need to grow up

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