boarding call - sutaijian lyrics
i’m at terminal one tryna be live outta terminal 5
be honest b*tch who you fooling
i pay your bills but i won’t pay for no tuition
best believe she ain’t leaving till she get the tip
she asked me where i been i said i been to busy talking to other girls, girl
she said it’s fine cause it’s me and she can wait
keep that behavior up and imma make you one of my side pieces
and if you keep your p*ssy game going considering you self being my main b*tch in no time in weconds
man nevermind, that’s too much, one of thеm
talk to so many girls but i can’t seem to keep one of them
they still look at mе like “d*mn can he not get one” , he’d get everyone
but he inhibited by himself
the crowd screams
they love me
they say they in love with me but they really ain’t
and i know reel love ain’t real love
but sometimes they say, thank god for me
and sometimes i say
thank god for fame
i done got everything but i had to take off my wedding ring at the altar
i could chnage everything if i really had everything but i don’t i know i dont
so it’s best i keep my ideas at home
and i ain’t got a fam to go back home to so why am i even going home tonight
i should walk the other way right?
i’ll be 50 and i’ll be still going
but i’ll be 50
and ill still be pouring
and you get everything but it brings new problems
heard these party sl*ts running their mouths on me
get on your knees, and get your mouths runny
only thing you’re worth
seduce a mic stand while i’m covering play girl and ending on the news stands
i can spit enough bars on the mic
to have a camgirl not spit out my essence
100 rounds
hit his whole chest
got my shooters going in like protest
climbing up the ladder and we making so much progress
all brothers blessed cause we sweat and digress
i set the rules like the congress
i set the ball rolling now all these youngins
got some chrome tags
i don’t check no price tags
i’m like ghost in the 90s, supreme clientele
girl hit me up on my tele
i don’t give number out to all these wailing chicks
i’m 00s bob marley
putting up more zeros in my bank account
i do the dash amount i found all of the cash routes
i took the foreign path and made her ass clap
line up more 808s make the bass jack
lv varsity jacket on my mortal body
immortal body
i got kevlar lining, i can never be to sorry
fools running from the stick like we playing ice hockey
plant a chip in his eyesocket
got this choppa on me looking like a pocket rocket
i rock any style, vintage, futuristic, i got many styles
i’m pushing p like david r styles
abstract basquiat that’s my artstyle
window sill lurking and breaking in with theme pliers
that’s my crime style
i came from the bay, i’m in my ocean primes
call me boldy james walk through my city like it’s detroit
chitty bang bang that’s cheat code
when i’m in illinois it’s bang bang that’s keef code
i learned the map to the street codes
now i’m coding in, this sh*t like watch dogs
look at my watch dawg
look at these fits
look at this chick
it’s alhamdulliah
it ain’t no plane jane, i put these snakes on the private plane
dug the grass low just to come off
i don’t want no fake friends
i make them never meet they own ends
got friends in the west and the ends
ten days from now i know vibrance got three rappers from camden
but i come from the lions den
i come from the place where you gotta set sh*t straight or you a liar then
land in dulles airport, cruising through the outback
you know i be everywhere
o’hare, then i’m hitting hkg
we move in stealth like the kgb
preschool to the kg, to grade 12, it was always screw 12
now i listen to dj screw mixes and i deal with my clientele, like west side clientele
it’s all peaceful
but i keep that piece coo
i’m a ghost riding in a phantom
i don’t want no bentley coupes
i ain’t going stanley kubrick
my diamonds shine through any test
y’all ain’t even rocking vvs
feeling all relaxed man
i got my feet in the motherf*cking air
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