Close your eyes to what you can’t imagine
We are the xany-gnashing
Caddy-smashing, bratty ass
He mad, he snatched his daddy’s Jag
And used the shit for batting practice
Adamant and he thrashing
Purchasing crappy grams with half the hand of cash you handed
So I met this shawty the other day
I got her number called her up like: “What ya doin’?”
She say: “Nuuu’in”
I say: “What’s good?”
She say: “Not much?”
I say: “Guess what?”
She say “What’s up?”
I say: “I think we should hook up”
Fruit snack and cups of patron
don’t really smoke
be sniffing that snow
girles in reindeer gear
dancing for silver and gold
I’m lamping, I’m low-key, my mind be on my business
No, I’m no stranger to surprise
This paper town has let me down too many times
Why do I even try? Give me a reason why
I thought that I could trust you, never mind
Why all the switching sides?
Where do I draw the line?
I guess I’m too naive to read the signs
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
All they ever do is let me down
Every time I let somebody in
Then I find out what they’re all about
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Wonder where they’re all hidin’ out
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Gotta get up out of this town
I might go Interstellar
I feel like Matthew McConaughey
I don’t care for what they gotta say
Tony Perkis how I drop the weight
Jason Bourne with the headshot
Jason Statham with the whip game
Liam Neeson with the rescue
I go Gunnar with the leather face
Stick and move, then I SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT
Lil Kodak, they don’t like to see you winnin’
They wanna see you in the penitentiary
I need me a lil’ baby who gon’ listen
Girl, I don’t wanna be the one you iggin’
My mama told me: “Boy, make a decision!”
Right now I gotta keep a tunnel vision
That’s what happens when you reach for what you can’t feel
I’ve got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pourin’ outta me
I bring them to the light for you
It’s only right
This is the soundtrack to my life
The soundtrack to my life
My wrists said i’m rich
My whips say i made it
This food for thought cost the same as two number 3’s
The day begins, with a grin
And a prayer to excuse my sins
I can walk anywhere I choose
Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew
Slappin’ and selectin’ em, checkin’ em, disrespectin’ em
Just deckin’ em, deckin’ em, deck-in’ em
Who in their right mind can mimic a style like mine
I design rhyme and get mine all the time
You can cry but you’ll still die
They’ll be no tears in the end
This is the end of us
Sleeping with the moon and the stars
I know where you’ve been, oh
You can see the sun
Let me into your heart
Oh, this ain’t no bullshit
I really love you, girl
Modern day Bonnie and Clyde what they named us
‘Cause when we pull up (prr prr) all angles
I don’t love ’em, I don’t chase ’em I duck ’em
Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it
Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it
I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it
I guess all I’m saying anybody could be somebody
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your dreams
A price on an idea, we never can agree
They tell you what to know, but it’s better to believe
So why you tryna act like what you never gonna be?
What’s beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep
Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU
you wasn’t with me shootin’ in the gym
When I see your face
There’s not a thing that I would change
‘Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are
Summer, summer, summertime
Time to sit back and unwind
There’s a party, going on
All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club
I tried to drink it away
I tried to put one in the air
I tried to dance it away
I tried to change it with my hair
We all self-conscious, I’m just the first to admit it
Got me breathing with dragons
I’ll crack the egg in your basket you bastard
I’m Marilyn Manson with madness
Now just imagine the magic I light to asses
Don’t ask for your favorite rapper
(He dead) Yessir
it ain’t all about wealth as long as you make a note to…
Express yourself
Come on and do it
It’s kind of easy when you listen to the G’d-up sound
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride
No strings attached like velcro sneaks, iight?
So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me
But Momma, I’m close to the edge as possible
Now put your hands up to the sky
Until the day in that we die
And we’ll be here all evening
G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend
And confidence is a stain they can’t wipe off