DeAngelo Xavier - SideShow

Yeah, yeah
Aye bless you know I had to do one of these hip hop shits
It ain’t gonna be full of that trap
Or whatever the fuck you wanna call that
(Aye aye aye)
Ima just run through it real quick, real quick
Let me get my
Something I can talk my shit, like some Kanye
They don’t really what I came to do (Yeah)
You don’t really know what I came do
I came to put a grip on rap
Cause this games ah fool
These niggas done fucked up
I wish that I made it up
They put it in the toilet like a towel to soak it up
I’m trying to make it harder
Like the concrete to bundle up
Like late night texting, conversation to bust a nut
Then rest
I’m back up in this bitch
Like her pussy is the best
And I don’t follow trends
Being yourself is the best, like
Yeah nigga who are you
I am me
Setting fire in the booth, that’s the truth
Feeling like the only one in the in Matrix
Slow moves
I got the game on lock
Nigga fuck what you thought
Fucking the same old bitches
They hitting them raw
How can I lose when I’m winning
My nigga you thought
Y’all niggas all sound alike you know who you are
He don’t really know what I came to do
She don’t really know what I came to do
They don’t really know what I came to do
You don’t really know what I came to do
He don’t really know what I came to do
She don’t really know what I came to do
I’m back up in this bitch and I’m acting a fool
It’s simple mathematics you subtract me nigga
Now the worlds in shambles can’t defy me nigga
I’m the head of the clouds my knowledge is wild
Might cop some marble lights
Cause her vision is foul
We copping all red coupes
Cause the devils in style
Might come for the winter
Cause the summer is loud
Everybody nowadays into everything
And a way to lose your life is a wedding ring
Somethings in the water my nigga the medicine
That’s the lean or the loud or a different scent
I took a trip to deep end
Hoping I can evolve
Taking a leap of faith
I’m rubbing a crystal ball, Like a genie
I’m more like a fortune teller
I realize that my peers ain’t doing no better
They all tighter than a sweater in the hottest weather
I’m just trying to find relief but everybody jealous
They the same niggas thinking that they tuff nowadays
Get punked, get fucked, misused nowadays
Wanna grab a bottle for they stress nowadays
Or wanna get strap and just shoot nowadays
Y’all twisted not to mention that the kid vicious
They death wishing, they slicker than a politician
They won’t listen
Till a youngin get popped and missing
I’m on a money making mission
Counting these digits
My stride right trying to get my mind right
I’ma be legend in the making in hindsight, really
It’s either stacking millis or cooking and flipping Denni’s
I’d rather cop a Bentley and dig in your daughters kidneys
My God
Hello
Yessir, that’s it

Written by:
DeAngelo Edmond

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