Gradual progression
Lost in translation
Read between the lines
The premise is the basis
Most these b*tches basic
Chasing cheap highs
Money sex power
Funny how this sh*t goes
Jetty chasing
Outchea
I’d Trade my pain for some rain fall
But I’d rather shake the clouds till those MFs drain on down
Some men do for it for a b*tch
Other men do it for a Lambo
Most MFs wanna pinch
Any means necessary
Just to feel in control
And ain’t that rich?
Trade everything but gold just to feel like this
Well I’m sorry MF
Yup
This is my mix
The day Ill give an inch’ll be the day I’m in the dirt
Hashtag bеst
Used to be a joke
Why you so sеrious?
Don’t you know?
What it’s like to pull the short straw?
I could just fold
Ain’t nobody want me popping like I’m in control
Well I’m in control
And I don’t need pull
I appreciate a man who never played a role
Shave a little stubble off my chinny chin
Then it’s back to the lab just to win again
And oh yeah
I sleep less
I perpetuate and wreck a saint
I eat sh*t
I was down on my dick
And I still is
Child King without a crown
Royal Realness
fu*k a throne I wanna kitchen
Cook it real crisp
Hock a loogy on your record
That’s a shield b*tch
Ride around town with your wheels rigged
Back seat muscle
Bet ya feel this