My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no mo
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
F*cking with me you get f*cked up
Ain't no punching we drink till the sun up
Call the love doves cause it's all wings when I'm flying through in my new suit
Vintage shit all my old school
I don't feel it that; that shit old news
Use the pro tools but it's all yours you can have it better take a picture with it
Hologram it you gon fake the image
Crawling through my brain to the tunnel vision
Breaking all the glass
Stepping on you leave the mud on that
Frosty young pallet I need me a salad with all of the extras I'm f*cking with cameras and classes with angles my back is amazing I'm back in the back in the back of the matrix
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no mo
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Make a run for the light (for the light)
Grab a handle for the mic (for the mic)
When the odds seeming tipped off (yeah)
That's the odds that I like
Don't fall for the pump fake
Not realized but I'm comfy
Kicked back like I'm punting
Hung up on one thing
Rather be back against the wall
Damned if I should fall
Destined for greatness my prophecy
Fond of finer things
Never find the seam
So I ride the beam
Finish with marks of a winning team
I take home the bling
Now my ringer ring ring ring
Can't take a message my hands are busy
Called a friends of many but I'm not involved
Handing out cups of the alcohol
F*ck with y'all
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no mo
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Kickflip
On a split lip
Need a quick sip
Got a quick tip uh
Kickflip
On a split lip
Need a quick sip
Got a quick tip uh
I don't want nothing to do with you
I got myself and I got my crew
Better you falling off later boo
Having the people look back at you
I don't want nothing to do with you
I got myself and I got my crew
Better you falling off later boo
Having the people look back at you
Oh no them boys done got you stirred up in it
Now you down to choices you know you don't win in
Best not bite this hand
It'll find your head
Real quicker than quick like theres lightning in it
Call up any chance that you got
We know you'll be on hold for minute
Lack soul for a minute cuz
There's plenty chance that shit drop
And leave you in the road
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I built my alpine
Summit of the year
Killed my right mind
Nothing interfere
Like her left thigh head high
Bumping up my ear
All em bumping up my ear
Now my number need a clear
Now I'm stressed out
(I know, I know)
Cause I'm obsessed now
(My home, my home)
Is with the left out
Better forgotten and unchecked
Checking on if you ever forgotten who's on set
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English
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no mo
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
F*cking with me you get f*cked up
Ain't no punching we drink till the sun up
Call the love doves cause it's all wings when I'm flying through in my new suit
Vintage shit all my old school
I don't feel it that; that shit old news
Use the pro tools but it's all yours you can have it better take a picture with it
Hologram it you gon fake the image
Crawling through my brain to the tunnel vision
Breaking all the glass
Stepping on you leave the mud on that
Frosty young pallet I need me a salad with all of the extras I'm f*cking with cameras and classes with angles my back is amazing I'm back in the back in the back of the matrix
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no mo
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Make a run for the light (for the light)
Grab a handle for the mic (for the mic)
When the odds seeming tipped off (yeah)
That's the odds that I like
Don't fall for the pump fake
Not realized but I'm comfy
Kicked back like I'm punting
Hung up on one thing
Rather be back against the wall
Damned if I should fall
Destined for greatness my prophecy
Fond of finer things
Never find the seam
So I ride the beam
Finish with marks of a winning team
I take home the bling
Now my ringer ring ring ring
Can't take a message my hands are busy
Called a friends of many but I'm not involved
Handing out cups of the alcohol
F*ck with y'all
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no mo
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Kickflip
On a split lip
Need a quick sip
Got a quick tip uh
Kickflip
On a split lip
Need a quick sip
Got a quick tip uh
I don't want nothing to do with you
I got myself and I got my crew
Better you falling off later boo
Having the people look back at you
I don't want nothing to do with you
I got myself and I got my crew
Better you falling off later boo
Having the people look back at you
Oh no them boys done got you stirred up in it
Now you down to choices you know you don't win in
Best not bite this hand
It'll find your head
Real quicker than quick like theres lightning in it
Call up any chance that you got
We know you'll be on hold for minute
Lack soul for a minute cuz
There's plenty chance that shit drop
And leave you in the road
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I built my alpine
Summit of the year
Killed my right mind
Nothing interfere
Like her left thigh head high
Bumping up my ear
All em bumping up my ear
Now my number need a clear
Now I'm stressed out
(I know, I know)
Cause I'm obsessed now
(My home, my home)
Is with the left out
Better forgotten and unchecked
Checking on if you ever forgotten who's on set
Running with the apes we don't bathe no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no mo
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
F*cking with me you get f*cked up
Ain't no punching we drink till the sun up
Call the love doves cause it's all wings when I'm flying through in my new suit
Vintage shit all my old school
I don't feel it that; that shit old news
Use the pro tools but it's all yours you can have it better take a picture with it
Hologram it you gon fake the image
Crawling through my brain to the tunnel vision
Breaking all the glass
Stepping on you leave the mud on that
Frosty young pallet I need me a salad with all of the extras I'm f*cking with cameras and classes with angles my back is amazing I'm back in the back in the back of the matrix
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no mo
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Make a run for the light (for the light)
Grab a handle for the mic (for the mic)
When the odds seeming tipped off (yeah)
That's the odds that I like
Don't fall for the pump fake
Not realized but I'm comfy
Kicked back like I'm punting
Hung up on one thing
Rather be back against the wall
Damned if I should fall
Destined for greatness my prophecy
Fond of finer things
Never find the seam
So I ride the beam
Finish with marks of a winning team
I take home the bling
Now my ringer ring ring ring
Can't take a message my hands are busy
Called a friends of many but I'm not involved
Handing out cups of the alcohol
F*ck with y'all
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Running with the apes we don't bathe no mo
My shit is a 8 we don't fake no more
I'm with Monica my range be an acre long
I'm afraid of being fake so don't say no more
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing to do with you
Try and see the side you on I don't want nothing
Don't want nothing
Kickflip
On a split lip
Need a quick sip
Got a quick tip uh
Kickflip
On a split lip
Need a quick sip
Got a quick tip uh
I don't want nothing to do with you
I got myself and I got my crew
Better you falling off later boo
Having the people look back at you
I don't want nothing to do with you
I got myself and I got my crew
Better you falling off later boo
Having the people look back at you
Oh no them boys done got you stirred up in it
Now you down to choices you know you don't win in
Best not bite this hand
It'll find your head
Real quicker than quick like theres lightning in it
Call up any chance that you got
We know you'll be on hold for minute
Lack soul for a minute cuz
There's plenty chance that shit drop
And leave you in the road
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I drove
Where I built my alpine
Summit of the year
Killed my right mind
Nothing interfere
Like her left thigh head high
Bumping up my ear
All em bumping up my ear
Now my number need a clear
Now I'm stressed out
(I know, I know)
Cause I'm obsessed now
(My home, my home)
Is with the left out
Better forgotten and unchecked
Checking on if you ever forgotten who's on set