Lyrics
Right
Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
Ummmm
Lets go
I'm a
Rap master
Bathroom flasker
Pack mad gas
Roll that backwood faster
My girl too bad
I think her ass got fatter
When we fuck, we run it back
And then we run it back after
Blowin smoke while I'm rollin right passed ya
Gas tank lack
Whole car fulla rastas
Blow mo gas than a rocket at NASA
I'm only on track if its oldie
Jasper
Wake up n smoke a blunt n brush my teeth, after
I really gotta smoke before I eat, factually
I'm making music in my sleep, actually
They think they different, but they sheep, pastures
And me? I'm really focused on my dreams
I just can't stop makin music, its the only way I think
I could really write a song about like anything to me
It's the only I way I breathe
Do this til I R.I.P
Yes indeed
Woo
Yea, alright
N imma do this til I D.I.E
Yea, alright
N imma do this til I D.I.E
Yea
The other week I saw a man as he appeared to me
Raking leaves, really nothin that I cared to see
Stayed out the way, and he just couldn't help but stare at me
I asked him what was wrong
That old man, he never answered me
Then he said, "Son in life, theres one guarantee. It's that nothin in life is guaranteed"
I came to see and conquer literally everything thats standin in my way
So please don't get up fuckin near to me
These rappers cant compare to me
I'm major league
Rookies couldn't barely make the team, embarassing
Me? I'm hittin home run shots, Barry B
Yea I see you got a hit, but I'm the one they came to see
I see it so vivid, like it's on the TV screen
Or feel it comin on just like you would feel a sneeze
Writin writtens in my dreams, they kiddin sayin they ain't sleep
Yea they nappin on these raps
Spin this shit
Come take a seat
Woo
Yea, alright
N imma do this til I D.I.E
Yea, alright
N imma do this til I D.I.E
Yea
Woo
Cmon
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright yea
Yea yea
N imma do this til I D.I.E
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