Farrah Fawcett Lyrics

no disrespect intended

but

you a bitch

I been chill but remember I'm messi when the glock kick

I be really bout my shit

I dont just talk it

gold crown on a nigga Farrah Fawsett

niggas ain't my friend

they just wanna be me

hate forever old like Morgan Freeman

tip of the ice

its more to the vin

water and sleep

please indulged in the cleanse

open ya lens

lord in the stars

I been it before scarsguard

libra but so goated might as well claim Capricorn

coated in blessings the burden of greatness got my back sore

niggas generic why be a bad sport

all because you lack lore

new day

same me

don't play

take a seat

let it spray

best believe

I'm to stuck in my ways

is you max?

with the false bravado or tears to pull back lavato

or you trynna shoot cause you lose disputes

bitch in the air

don't let that aroma grip yo soul

save yo life kill yo persona

all that fake shit gets old

no disrespect intended

but

yal niggas be lying

swear you bang but nobody dying

said it's no rest for the wicked but I been sleeping good

Rip Van Winkle

these niggas ain't my friend

they just wanna be me

Dyl pickles

keep shit simple as Brock

life too purty

riding down fairview on my Anne Murray .

sloq up

I go

crazy

for the team like Benny Blanco for us ugly niggas

please don't try me

reconsider

I implore you to get out and explore you

that same setting so underwhelming it isnt watering

so the more dehydrated the more hatred gon start harboring you

not ever person that you share meals pillows or trama is riding for you

I studied in isolation

i aint saying that every friend I had made is

not necessarily my friend nor is on enemy status

some just lack identity and tag along for the winning streak

but victory is a seed that needs

support

uh

fuck you yo city and ya English pants

you niggas broke ugly and some cigarettes

I been cool well paid

with the homies and some hoes color set from marmalade

is you fed or nah?

you gibing head or not?

I call shots

I call on God

I put jesus on the main line

I haven't talked to kanye enough to know if I'll fail or not

what type of bread ya got?

I bob I weave

ya weave a bob

and it's fuck ass

ya need a job

thus ain't for you

I'm living my best life

you niggas stuck within a fanduel

shots over grandview

cause it ain't a fair one

I been it

hahh

breathing

speeding

catch me