Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Frzy]
New shit
Old smell
New sentences
Y’all getting this
No bail
Sick spitter
Mucus
It’s eating u up inside
Lupus
God willin’
Jesus
I’ll be a millionaire soon
Regis
I’m like So
Seamstress
I got a hit
Dead people’s only what I miss
Peep this
Ya boys fresher then will smith
No prince
Yet I hear a symbol
Simple
Huh
Copy that
Bitters
I get paper
To make less writers
Pencil
Number 2
That’s u
And what I do
To all u
New school
No friends
The next generation of this rappin
King frzy
I’m gone
I’m in the west with a j
Tell em watch the throne
I’m grown
In my zone
Mature type song
Y’all fucked
The flow hormones
Hold up
Better watch
Rolex
Cause when I get ahead nigga all I need’s a neck
Big check
Nike shoe
Now my money make money
It works harder then you
Hungry
No food
I want it so bad
Nigga say it’s rude
Give me space
Black hole
U shaped up to be a square that’s why u can’t roll
This soul don’t come with a shoe string
Just made dreams and one ring
This is my
Calling
New whip
Old slaves
So I ride in that all black everything
Genius
Einstein
For this joint
Cause it’s a hit
Get u high
FaceTime
IPhone
For the world to see me I had to change my tone
Mj
R. I. P
I killed the game nigga this beat be the eulogy
Usually I be doin’me
My masturbation
Cause frustration
Homie count to 3
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