Read this, who you gonna call when you need this?
Stab me in the back, who you think I'm finna bleed with?
G shit, I might go and take over the beaches
Yeah, you ride waves, now you wonder why you seasick
Regis, I just keep on running and running
You gon' make the underdog, start huffing and puffing
All that blood is for nothing, but now the blood isn't rushing
I'll make a couple of bitches, feel like a couple of dozen
Because I'm that man
I ain't really been in touch, it's a lap dance
This a warzone, but this shit my last stand
19, with Corona like I'm Batman
F*ck a cat scan
Yeah
Drop outta school shit
Candy on a blue tint
You can follow Blues Clues, I just got my blueprint
You could do the old school, I'll stay on my new shit
Honesty is dangerous, depending how you use it
Lucid
All that go inside of my dreams
You could try to get a trade, but you not on my team
I ain't into making homies if I gotta compete
And I ain't boutta say shit that I gotta repeat, aye
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA, cuz I'm
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA
Practice
Say you got lines, on a catfish
Shawty want a ring, I been busy doing backflips
Bad bitch
I don't need a hook if imma catch this
Flip over the mattress, then action
Roll the clip
Mixing and mixing, I think my vision distorted
I'm finna get em committed before I get em recorded
I'll throw a dish in the kitchen, but never get on the floor and
Like man I wish you was kidding, you better f*cking abort it
Got 20 hoes, in my Tahoe
Sideline, blowing smoke with Alonzo
I can see it raining money from the poncho
Rave girls, rage on, like Rondo
And I ain't give a shit
Test you, I ain't playing guess who
Who you wanna play, always end up with the best 2
I ain't hit the gas until I felt like I was pressed to
I ain't pressing buttons like I thought it would impress you, yes you
Aye
But I ain't paid yet
All my shit is getting paid, with a rain check
Every single promise that I managed not to break yet
Money talks, mine, telling you to say less
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA, cuz I'm
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA
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English
Read this, who you gonna call when you need this?
Stab me in the back, who you think I'm finna bleed with?
G shit, I might go and take over the beaches
Yeah, you ride waves, now you wonder why you seasick
Regis, I just keep on running and running
You gon' make the underdog, start huffing and puffing
All that blood is for nothing, but now the blood isn't rushing
I'll make a couple of bitches, feel like a couple of dozen
Because I'm that man
I ain't really been in touch, it's a lap dance
This a warzone, but this shit my last stand
19, with Corona like I'm Batman
F*ck a cat scan
Yeah
Drop outta school shit
Candy on a blue tint
You can follow Blues Clues, I just got my blueprint
You could do the old school, I'll stay on my new shit
Honesty is dangerous, depending how you use it
Lucid
All that go inside of my dreams
You could try to get a trade, but you not on my team
I ain't into making homies if I gotta compete
And I ain't boutta say shit that I gotta repeat, aye
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA, cuz I'm
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA
Practice
Say you got lines, on a catfish
Shawty want a ring, I been busy doing backflips
Bad bitch
I don't need a hook if imma catch this
Flip over the mattress, then action
Roll the clip
Mixing and mixing, I think my vision distorted
I'm finna get em committed before I get em recorded
I'll throw a dish in the kitchen, but never get on the floor and
Like man I wish you was kidding, you better f*cking abort it
Got 20 hoes, in my Tahoe
Sideline, blowing smoke with Alonzo
I can see it raining money from the poncho
Rave girls, rage on, like Rondo
And I ain't give a shit
Test you, I ain't playing guess who
Who you wanna play, always end up with the best 2
I ain't hit the gas until I felt like I was pressed to
I ain't pressing buttons like I thought it would impress you, yes you
Aye
But I ain't paid yet
All my shit is getting paid, with a rain check
Every single promise that I managed not to break yet
Money talks, mine, telling you to say less
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA, cuz I'm
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA
Stab me in the back, who you think I'm finna bleed with?
G shit, I might go and take over the beaches
Yeah, you ride waves, now you wonder why you seasick
Regis, I just keep on running and running
You gon' make the underdog, start huffing and puffing
All that blood is for nothing, but now the blood isn't rushing
I'll make a couple of bitches, feel like a couple of dozen
Because I'm that man
I ain't really been in touch, it's a lap dance
This a warzone, but this shit my last stand
19, with Corona like I'm Batman
F*ck a cat scan
Yeah
Drop outta school shit
Candy on a blue tint
You can follow Blues Clues, I just got my blueprint
You could do the old school, I'll stay on my new shit
Honesty is dangerous, depending how you use it
Lucid
All that go inside of my dreams
You could try to get a trade, but you not on my team
I ain't into making homies if I gotta compete
And I ain't boutta say shit that I gotta repeat, aye
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA, cuz I'm
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA
Practice
Say you got lines, on a catfish
Shawty want a ring, I been busy doing backflips
Bad bitch
I don't need a hook if imma catch this
Flip over the mattress, then action
Roll the clip
Mixing and mixing, I think my vision distorted
I'm finna get em committed before I get em recorded
I'll throw a dish in the kitchen, but never get on the floor and
Like man I wish you was kidding, you better f*cking abort it
Got 20 hoes, in my Tahoe
Sideline, blowing smoke with Alonzo
I can see it raining money from the poncho
Rave girls, rage on, like Rondo
And I ain't give a shit
Test you, I ain't playing guess who
Who you wanna play, always end up with the best 2
I ain't hit the gas until I felt like I was pressed to
I ain't pressing buttons like I thought it would impress you, yes you
Aye
But I ain't paid yet
All my shit is getting paid, with a rain check
Every single promise that I managed not to break yet
Money talks, mine, telling you to say less
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA, cuz I'm
Too f*cked up for LA
Said I need a range and a wraith
Everything it hang in my face, anyway
Do it for the fame or the pay
I ain't boutta change for LA
Writer: John Tulloch
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