On Morningside, got no stick in the ride
If I take flicks with the guys,
I gotta put emojis over like three faces
'Cause the feds can't see those eyes,
people I shouldn't be beside
they would go Stratford just to sell food on Bieber's side
Plenty reasons why I'm this way, my girl,
that's just one reason why
Seen you around at Sotto with 'nough man,
baby, you love off some eediat guys
You know I'm like 6'2" in the right shoe,
love, but you love off some medium guys
I wanna keep you on the beach 'til 6 AM,
Seen you from the stage in the one hundreds,
Pressin' against me, thinkin' 'bout entry,
know you could tell it's a decent size
You wanna know the real me, girl,
say you wanna see deep inside
If Chubbs has on a Chanel side bag,
you don't wanna see him reach inside
'Cah we know some demon guys
with jealous and evil eyes
You know that's how Jesus died,
you know that's how Julius Caesar died
I bet they were decent guys,
I swear they remind me of me sometimes
I'm tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice,
you never get treated nice
Fool you once, that's fine,
but you look dumb if you let them repeat it twice
Two hunnid mil' on the table,
I hope I'm able to get this agreement signed
but really the truth is I don't believe in time
Feel like I been here over a thousand years
like since the medieval times
And I'm still just a cutthroat king even
though this is recent times
A man might dead that we're beefing with,
but we don't do grieving time
if I come inside you, it's breeding time
Knew that I made it when I had drivers
holding my last name up in arrivals
Cench might need vaccine when he
see how this vid' start going viral
If Lita's there, then the mash is there
with grains in there like silos
The morning rain clouds up my window,
J- A- U- M, how it looks when man
put you in a jam like typos
Negotiation, ask her for twenty percent of the company,
Realistic, the shit might N15 like I'm going
through Tottenham High Road
If it's beef, I'll get that shaved for bread
and grease like I'm making gyros
so much for all these heroes
The numbers are good with me
As long as it's comma, then zero,
zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
Pass me a glass of the vino
If a girl try take my Rolex to
I tell baby M what she did to the kid,
She didn't rock my clothing line when we had
one shirt to go with the jeans though
Now man like me and Clint can af
ford those whips like Gran Torino
Crocodile tears, she ain't even
Why you swearing to God? You don't
What you sayin' wallahi for? You ain't been on your deen,
you've been eating swine, nah
I ain't the man of your dreams,
now you wish that you stayed with your previous guy
It used to be 3.5s, now I can
sell out the O2 arena twice
Don't ask what the fee looks like
Don't believe all the media hype,
like eighty percent of these people lyin'
Who can I ask when I need advice?
I gotta work hard, it's me who provides
Email YBeeez for the feature
Look, what goes up must come down
So when you're in the air,
I did everything that I could for my hood,
so how do they say I don't care for the mandem?
Crib so big I might get out of breath if I walk
too quick up the stairs in the mansion
They weren't there for the action
Tryna round up three hundred Spartans,
we going to war but we ain't in Athens
Everything won't go to plan, that's not how it goes,
Rap boy on a footballer's wage,
I'm on the same pay as the players at Dallas
What's making the haters jealous? I'm
thinking the AP's eighteen karats
They call me my government
don't even know who her baby dad is (nah)
If I cum inside, then I won't leave 'til I see her
He mention my name 'cause he wanted some
fame and he ain't established (huh)
Alright, you know the verse gon'
hit when you hear that adlib
Come a long way, I was sellin' them opium on my lonely,
I'm a hood red hot, red dot on my head,
So driver, stay in the whip while I jump out quick,
I can lean out the window and horn it,
I'm on the same pay as the players at Charlotte
Big fish in this ting, no armbands like a back
stroke how I swim in that shark tank
Drop me in the jungle, tree- to- tree,
start swingin' like Tarzan
Twenty- four inch on the rims on the Benz,
I'm doing donuts and skidding on tarmac (huh)
Sick of these high- rise buildings, flip the script,
now I'm living on farmland
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