fyi - tonichiwa lyrics
{monologue}
here is the most tragic thing
yes, i remember
(inaudible)
{intro: nick surya]
roll it* (roll it, roll it, roll it)
everytime, on my mind, rollie
all i see, borderline, holy*
(d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
{verse: nick surya]
d*mn* bag way. this sh*t no segue
ashtray, run one night for a weekday
we’re on the speedway
told this b*tch we arrived per diem
you can’t f*ck with my dm’
im only up for the pm
the screenplay i see em’
they come with a 10′
oh my god, why you makin friends while
you f*ckin’ friendly
fyi, i make sh*t cray like im f*ckin’ silly
farrakhan wit, man im in for the wholly’
bodied this sh*t, this season is yours
toni
{verse: tonichiwa]
i dont need you to impress mе
dont you mess wit*with my genie
all you carе about is money (ay, ay, ay)
we comin’ fire in this sh*t
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
lemme know if you haters finna’ mess with me
i don’t really f*ckin’ care i’m a prodigy
*
*
homeboy is yellow why you finna’ do with me
i am a student, no bulsh*t no honesty
breakin’ my way as a finesse to society
keepin’ it freaky and makin’ conspiracies, look
eye on the prize
toni is just a regular disguise
k!llin’ this sh*t like the 4th of july
look at this sh*t, bro, im not gonna lie (yuh)
born in the forth, that’s why im a hypocrite
everyday i wake up thinkin’ bout my fist
boy you hatin’ me, i’m takin’ too many hits
*
haunted by my f*ckin’ past
ion know how long this finna last
*
but dont really mind if you want competition (uh)
haters gon’ hate
that is what they said
*
what’s good is the bread
but livin’ this sh*t and this sh*t is easy and see me
in public and spittin my music and sh*t
i don’t really mind if you test me yuh
way come along just to test me yuh
they tryna **** hard as f*ck
they tryna **** gettin’ bucks (bucks, bucks, bucks)
k!llin’ this sh*t, me and nick k!llin’ sh*t
we puttin’ everybody on motherf*ckin’ lawn
we run **** on the motherf*ckin block, yah
google classroom with the boomer (boomer)
school never ******** tutor (tutor)
*
*
just to remind
(f*ck these snakes they don’t know)
i’m just sixteen and im fittin’ and
i’m k!llin this sh*t with a flow, yuh
{beat change}
{tonichiwa]
ay, come on man
f*ck these snakes man
b*tch ass
{verse: tonichiwa]
(ay, ay, ay)
nicky boy, me, in the studio cookin (ay*yuh)
we might just finessed all the snakes
in my trash (yea)
flexin’ all these fakies in a flash, like im dash (yuh)
poppin all these pills (we do credit, we do cash, yeah)
0*62, finna’ be my number one
i make the dvo, i don’t face, i dont run, yeah
p*a*r*t*y, cuz this homie is july
in the bad, doin’ nothin’ socializin’ in the screen
all i see is sus, in the rush, over bucks, yeah
tryna’ be robust, but you always gettin’ nuts, yeah
why is all this fuzz, in the end, we all dust, yeah
they tryna mess with us, but this flex is a must, yeah
jordan’s i got kobe’s we do checks over stripes
these homies cap, they got rari’
homies tap, when they low me
{verse: nick surya]
(ay, ay*)
pullin’ up with the honda
slept in futons, i ain’t chopra
least i hit ya, on that concert
like apostle, girl i’m oughta’
i dont comfort, i dont concept
tonichiwa for the hustle
baby
(ayyy)
i got my thing when i reach for conclusion
it’s only you
summertime finessed a family feud
i took the call and
i’m gone
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