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Lyrics:
I never land, I’m like Peter Pan, I stay fly. I’ll take a clever man o’vo’ a grand, may I. Pray my endeavor can stand among greats. Not let the dough go to my flow, I strung dates. Based on compliments, I ain’t a good looker. I chased the confidence, at that a good hooker. In, not that I’ve been having one night stands. I been top 10 nice guys, no price prize. It’s the way ya carry ya stance, gun right ends. If I was in charge, a barrage of large. Change, rearrange the damn doings. Of next text of complex shootings that leave grieve peeps in ruins. Shoo-in’s, that we still ain’t solve. Cause of old white folk, that this shit do revolve. Around, I found love for all kinds of people. Cause our minds been had it, a tactic of evil. Tried to strip that, mad shit done rip at. Gay, lesbian, bi, trans, let’s begin. To stress the sin, ain’t being who you are. It’s old white folk that overhill, ain’t up to par. Nova Kill they ass amass, I wish I could. Stop they graphic tragic tactic, and dish mo’ good. As for the dates, the greats I’ve done met up wit’. We ain’t work but the perk is this lit. Connection I have built, inspection wit’ no guilt, learning ‘bout her, I’m turning out yerrrrr, Mr. Nice Guy, this a crap shoot, see the dice fly? We don’t gel, oh well, my rap suit, a spice, why? Keep me deep wit’ somethin’ to do. Come sling a few thoughts my way, I say they may hit. Hah, shit, always willing to listen. I’m chilling and glisten, is this what ya missin’ and why ya stay hissin’? Pissin’ ya self off wit’ scoff towards me. The chant you’re banter aimed at, can’t more. Or less stress how I be? It floors you. I’m at the top, it’d take a gat to stop. My success, but yes, truly to be real. I’m a prime time hero, even when I feel like I’m zero. Ya kill me? I’ll be, still a G in Heaven. Shoutout y’all, let’s ball y’all! Three 7’s. So lucky, can’t duck me, stop sitting. I love this shit, the Hip Hop Hitting.
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap