Instrumental Prod. by BluntedBeatz - Progression lyrics

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Instrumental Prod. by BluntedBeatz - Progression lyrics

Back to get wrecked All respect to those who break their necks to keep their souls' in check Reflect on the world and keep no regrets And an open chest And I hope it gets You to cope with stress You know it lets You go to rest Even with those who test Known to oppose the best Nah, down I still hold the west Yeah I'm brown I still flow no less And they on my ba**sack Got cakes, cute little small stacks Asked if I had any rubbers and had me use all packs Did it to all tracks Of the Weeknd, weakened knees in the hall, smacks Of cheeks heard from the street, all fall back Her back falls, so does her bra as the bra strap snaps and then the doll laughs Have it looking like King Kong smashed Hit the wall crashed Through the hall, pa**ed Through her mom's last Nerve, out the door she kicked my small a** With my clothes all trashed Went to the homie's got hooked up with some bomb gra** Not from the lawn, sacks Of strong hash If you blaze, blaze with me if not, to each is own, while I'm on dabs It's just a little joke to all, pa** All the talk, ga**ed Up, when I'm tall matched Up with you then it's all bad Feels like a bomb blast Then I smoke one, in MySpace like Tom's a** Eyes go down like Comcast On my loner sh**, still a stoner b**h, you should not ask I'm on task Just let the Don pa** Have your girl sit on ‘stache As the bongs pa**ed Strong gas Lyrically strong as Richy Rich's mom's cash Or more like Buffot when I buffet On these MC's, even though I'm not that buff Ay B, see me on any beat I'll murder you, but hey Man all I do is rap facts You're only poppin' on Snapchat And that's that Homie I'm sick, I step in the booth in a hazmat Rap outta my backpack Stack raps With a fat sack Until the ceiling, and your a** in half, cracks But the sky I'm past that Like the lighter, higher somewhere where Auriga had sat Uh, Wicked attitude like Oshae J Easy how I Ren up in this Yella girl, hella screaming hell yeah like it's Dre day But hey hey Everyday could be a paiy day Only if you let it may if may say Day to day It's all about the vibrations Putting hard work in, peep the people from my nation My mind's patient Even sometimes when I'm anxious And feel like I can't take this I look back and revise my graces Realize my greatness When I rest in paradise, remain the greatest Even when my memories faded They can't disrespect the name, it's Lame and shameful to put me down like the pavement Respect in your tone as you say it Not only will I make it I'll take it even more forward for fortune when I pay it Better bump this sh** when you play it Make the lames really hate it Know what I'm saying? Oh Lord I'm tryna visit close stars You know, go far Until I have no heart For hope, cold, hard Becomes my whole bod Get put in hole and I get sent to see if there is or no God Sing the blues cause kids be rockin' now get down for they dough but Mucho trabajo, poquito dinero Soon i'll be counting pesos with my peeps in Mexico But for now I'm in La Bamba pushing lyrics with the soul Heavy how I come on these beats, f** it, every month with the flow Period. Red spots on MC's, they hope it never shows And like these chicks with my dick, they just can't let it go Having her screaming the letter o She was looking to giving me a Billy Joel No really though, what you didn't know Is that I get it, I spit and get to hit it slow What? you really that thought i was kidding? no She slid in my DM's, I slid my hands in her denims, oh Ass so fat looks like she don't fit in them though I'll still get in them, so Much thighs i almost got lost in the middle bro Woah man Not only do I shine but I glow fam Positivity and love that channels through, get with the program If you didn't know man Well now you know, scram Go live your life to the fullest, that's been the whole plan Since tides have known sand Oh man Outfit dark as coal man Squad firing up J's like Cole, man Or two cool L's to the face, blown, swam Through the stars in space, was shown man's Downfall, it's all in our own plans Rather than staying in your zone, stand Alone, hands Get thrown and In the end, no one gets grown. Damn

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