Lyrics

Scrape the plate at the 5-Star The namesake stainless, You can blame on my pride dog Niggas on the road to riches in a sidecar Baggies in the stomach while you niggas swallowed tide pods, The difference too wide pa Question if I hold it down not debatable Gave niggas my wave and they only fathomed a wading pool I'm out the pit like a peach core and running game like I'm G4 Nigga turned bitch I turned my misses to a resource We been calculated, The wrist fascinating, Mismatch ya favorite Flowing like the wrist lacerated About face I dont take no talking out the neck Pound cake what I'm chalking up the set See the pockets healthy Dropping gems you niggas dropping selfies Drop your limbs if you rumble me Cut up over MHOP since Pac in the dungarees Instead of dead or fed time, I'm on the option #3 Running till the lungs release Bred thorough like a triple crown, Tell young I can front a g Each one til other is taught Honor the cut of the cloth Of course a nigga fly, Never feeding the fall You can see it in my eyes or read it in palms I ain't been sleeping at all, Yeah, I ain't been sleeping at all Of course a nigga fly, Never feeding the fall You can see it in my eyes or read it in palms I ain't been sleeping at all, Yeah, Cuz we reaping it all (Yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Kadeem Mcintosh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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