all the time
i dont want reminded of you
all the time
it was demon timin for you
i hit up the studio
start rhymin boutchu.
like
there was a point in time
i was dyin for you
there was a point in time
all my time was for you
i put down my dreams
cause i was dreamin bout uuu
i dont fuck around.
need machines to take me out
youngboy
stackin up my money to the clouds
youngboy
i aint NBA but ill shoot it out
you did some shit for clout
i dont know what thats about
this musics in my veins
i can never take it out
been killin more
feelin like im ina war
my story got some sick ass lore
i was on that cold ass floor.
my thoughts was dark
voldemort.
running thru these streets
waist deep
man i could barely sleep
started movin
pac after pac
and i could start to eat.