And everything is magic What u believe will happen Focus on yourself you’ll manage Kill this game U take no damage UndefeateBle This wining shit is just a habit I got gabbage I got talent I got manners I’m smart polite And I got my head up the heavens I ain’t no fellon Not one to judge But who can sign this ain’t no telling
All I wanted was my music selling Global meet the Russian version of Oprah Ellen Or whatever U get what I mean Sad like cold tones be background of my scenes Mia Fuck y’all you don’t know me I got some noodles on me The futures on u But nothings for free I’ll give u my hearts Baby I got what u need Sound 43. Take 41 We smell like money not weed We in love as can be With this life Jheez
My phone on nine percent Remember when I didn’t have money to go fucking print Now my money prints itself Check my tongue I’m fucking mint Minted Used to have my head above my sink Think think think Think think Soak it in Got to the point when I didn’t wanna a sulk again Fuck choices wouldn’t leave my bad Can’t make the wrong one if u dt choose any right Wrong again Wrote back My baby hurt and I reached out just to make amends Does that make me bitch simp or maybe a friend One who’s always Shit fucking till the end But guess it’s ended Time all that spend Cuz I ain’t have no money
But that was just back then Grab my pen Let my heart bleed into this page again I’m ahead Think dream big big as elephants Rise above the nonesense and unconscious thoughts of my somber ass fucking self. I’ll wish u well. And if u show u better. Fuck I’ll show u so much. Better. The. We can forget about the past.
all my homies love kaiso beats
Dam you're still killing I see laa 🔥Keep it up
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this shi fireee
So good 💯💯
Too good
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Fire bro
And I know
Flights booked Idaho
Bad bitch from head to toe
Bad times gotta go
Last time idk
Far time
Jiggolo
Third time healer tho
And everything is magic
What u believe will happen
Focus on yourself you’ll manage
Kill this game
U take no damage
UndefeateBle
This wining shit is just a habit
I got gabbage I got talent
I got manners
I’m smart polite
And I got my head up the heavens
I ain’t no fellon
Not one to judge
But who can sign this ain’t no telling
All I wanted was my music selling
Global meet the Russian version of Oprah Ellen
Or whatever
U get what I mean
Sad like cold tones be background of my scenes
Mia
Fuck y’all you don’t know me
I got some noodles on me
The futures on u
But nothings for free
I’ll give u my hearts
Baby I got what u need
Sound 43.
Take 41
We smell like money not weed
We in love as can be
With this life
Jheez
My phone on nine percent
Remember when I didn’t have money to go fucking print
Now my money prints itself
Check my tongue
I’m fucking mint
Minted
Used to have my head above my sink
Think think think
Think think
Soak it in
Got to the point when I didn’t wanna a sulk again
Fuck choices wouldn’t leave my bad
Can’t make the wrong one if u dt choose any right
Wrong again
Wrote back
My baby hurt and I reached out just to make amends
Does that make me bitch simp or maybe a friend
One who’s always
Shit fucking till the end
But guess it’s ended
Time all that spend
Cuz I ain’t have no money
U used to be a ten
Used to run my mind
Girl
I used to be man
Till the dhit went black
But that was just back then
Grab my pen
Let my heart bleed into this page again
I’m ahead
Think dream big big as elephants
Rise above the nonesense and unconscious thoughts of my somber ass fucking self. I’ll wish u well.
And if u show u better. Fuck I’ll show u so much. Better. The. We can forget about the past.
Crazy good , any feedback appreciated 🔥🙏
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