[Intro]
I will whore somebody
Or I will whore myself, one or the other
You chose, what you wanna be toxic [?]
[Hook]
What you want from me
Tired of the fuckery
Conspiring you don't hear the violin, try it then
I ain't crying but I'm piloting the man
This is Icarus, I'm sick of it
I'm done trying to get thru the sun
So I'm flying in and I am here
Before I start rioting within
Only violence that he did was on him
So I wilding and I'm whining and I'm wilding and I'm winding on it
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[Verse 1]
Sip straight bottles
Pick licks like lotto
This one, that one, sip and swallow
Fetch the shit in my bowels
Wow, spit straight models
Kids live by but let me say some shit don't follow
Just zip, I'm tryna get a chip
Tryina get it now just tryna get a grip
But I don't wanna bow down to no prick
That extra get my secular ass some cactic shit
I could throw up on my neck
And got to throw it up nah nah
We throw him of the set
Don't sit around all moody man
We making movies I'm about to direct
I'm on special effects, any special requests?
If you knew me you know it's my duty to do my best
Just give myself some neck
And it's on to the next
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[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Hate when gold and sex coming for my cream
Jpeg up a rolex on my screen
Like I'd never wear a watch
I don't know man maybe if it's green
Gaves head to the hoes that was in queens
But, bulgin out their jeans
[?] yeah they knew it
Wasn't bugin just got blunted still rolling with the team
Multipling now we roll with mister clear
Summer weat, west coast started growing up that green
New Yorkers stated pouring up the lean like were you been
I been blowing off some steam
Long gate thats some place I got to be
He on YE got blow ask if I wanna sky
I'm on a EO school like your momas weed
This is were I wanna be, twice
So free home girl on me I swear I swear I wanna be
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
If you felt like I felt
Nah you would melt my help
Think at best I should help myself
Put this shit to rest, got the greatest wealth of twelve
In my city so I'm worried for my friends
Ain't tryna bury one of them
You can't tell how well I held it down
Grand furry with the pen Bill Murry up the gin
Only worthy with it when needed
You when a worry to the end
But the bunny didn't win
They tyna see my son just shit
Bust in my wify fucking out the gin
Wtf you think this is we just being kids
23 need a beeb you should see the way I live
I don't wanna hear it, I fear it, I'm near it
Man what do you expect I'm out here catching wreck
Like 3 homies passed this year
Oh we gonna last this year I wonder what is next
Last year passed we here man
Last year passed we here man
Can't you see I'm fucking vexed
Last year passed we here man
Last year passed we here man
Hoping for the best
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