Albany Manor - Xkwisit

(Uh-uh) (Yeah, uh-uh) Baby, tú me mientes, pareces de un videojuego Yo siempre caigo pa'bajo y me olvido cuando bebo Baby, claro que te quiero, baby, claro que te quiero Pero ya no pienso en eso, tengo que hacer mi dinero ya, ya Y ahora ya no puedo parar Baby, estoy en otro line Hasta mi culo parece slime Son las cinco, baby, estoy right Estoy right, estoy right, estoy right (yeah, yeah, yeah) Estoy right, estoy right, estoy right Estoy right, estoy right, estoy right Estoy sola en el bulevar Tan alto no puedes llegar Tan alto no puedes llegar, yo lo juro por mi ma' Que to' eso me da igual, ya no busco más na' Te lo juro por mi ma', ya no busco más na' Nunca me importó tu Moët Chandon Ni tus fotos del Instagram Ahora a mí me pagan por post Aunque no lo quiera publicar (yeah) Sabes que por la mañana como una banana Y me voy a trabajar Ahora estoy haciendo lana, más de la que tú te puede' imaginar La vida va rápida, parece un videojuego To' lo que yo quiero no se compra con dinero (no) A ti te sale mal, tienes que intentarlo de nuevo Eres tan inútil que no sabes freír ni un huevo Baby, tú me mientes, pareces de un videojuego Yo siempre caigo pa'bajo y me olvido cuando bebo Baby, claro que te quiero, baby, claro que te quiero Pero ya no pienso en eso, tengo que hacer mi dinero ya, ya Y ahora ya no puedo parar Baby, estoy en otro line Hasta mi culo parece slime Son las cinco, baby, estoy right Estoy right, estoy right, estoy right Estoy right, estoy right, estoy right (yeah, yeah, yeah) Estoy right, estoy right, estoy right Estoy right, estoy right, estoy right

Just left the Bahamas with Justin Bieber Praying for me over FaceTime 'Bout two years back's the last time I seen him Forty thousand feet up in the sky, reflecting back by my house Some of my guys for murdered and damn, I feel lost in this lonely road With no highs and only lows, and no ties, only goals And spitting like I'm tryna put my dentures in that .44 I'm at the 40-40, tryna find a shawty for me And soon it's rendezvous and hoes acting naughty, naughty And not by nature, I drop by paper I think of times when I didn't have it Hoes used to laugh it, laugh it Now I'm looking back like, "Damn, shawty, what happened, happened?" Now they like, "What's happening?" I'm like, "Cool, whatever happened, happened" (yeah) Come throw that ass back, I still tag it, still slap it I got word you threw a hundred on my head, well, I'm laughing, hmm That's the only time you'll see me dead I see green and money, I see problems, I see red So much drama and the stress inside my mind I'm tryna ch-chill, I'm talking tears, used to shop at Sears These niggas used to pop they mouth but had no heart to see us Old friends turning into haters and then, we done go major again I'm in a state of revenge, fuck all that fakes fighting Nigga, that playing pretend Ain't no making amends, all light sable play in the Benz like Finding myself, make mistakes All the signs don't break Know that I'm hardheaded I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder If these niggas really are down Or am I just holding it down? Oh, yeah Will these bitches really be around when I'm down? That's what I wonder I done had my heart broke down Now you tryna start going down, back there I guarantee they won't be around That's why I wonder Yeah I'm getting texts from women I had some mess with Hoes I used to text the "X" and "O" and now they texting, "SOS" Just to save 'em from the ex they got in bed with It's crazy how them acronyms work I live a good life at Taboo in Miami It's bad bitches throwing ass at my work I know they mad, they hurt that I'm throwing cash and then splurging I'm stunting hard, the Cullinan rim caps Still here scratching the curb, my gosh I wouldn't dress my son superfly 'til he turn five Rather not see him hypnotize to material lies Nothing like his daddy who be overdriven by design Late night, fucking stripper bitches, living out of line Finding myself, make mistakes All the signs don't break Know that I'm hardheaded I'm so sorry but that's why I wonder If these niggas really are down Or am I just holding it down? Oh, yeah Will these bitches really be around when I'm down? That's what I wonder Get in my head, goin' sideways Everything you said on replay Get in my head, goin' sideways Everything you said on replay

All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day, docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades You're loving on the psychopath sitting next to you You're loving on the murderer sitting next to you You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget (Watch it) All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse We don't deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell You have trust issues, not to mention They say they can smell your intentions You're loving on the freakshow sitting next to you You'll have some weird people sitting next to you You'll think "How did I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget (Watch it) All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse Why'd you come? You knew you should have stayed I tried to warn you just to stay away And now they're outside ready to bust It looks like you might be one of us

Juxtaposition, you pushing agendas of Crooks cooking in the kitchen When you coulda been listening Putting it in to tuition I own a situation like a slight of hand magician Put Stock in A-G-X dividends then demand positions Illiterate emcees like to write with crayons Like lefties writing with a right hand and scribbling Worthless verses I wrote in perfect cursive and planned a mission If you notice pawns protect queens and kings get put in their positions What The Fuck! Son I spit lungs, razor sharp and split tongues Base the way you write, might be a fan of fiction Big dog don't have the height to stand in this one Type a manuscript about the life that can't we written Keep a rusty can of ammunition Buck shot blast for y'all in case I manage to miss one Live, laugh, love on ya wall but wifey took a bucket of balls Off her cheeks listening to Wonderwall Oasis in her anus when I strummed a guitar Stunning bars coming hard running yards like a Heisman Rhyme scheme's a fine meme Elmo's laser eyes when he nuke the whole horizon A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums I been ready since 0 7 the known weapon The flow tested perfectin the art of mic checkin Write records severin heads and ride with my bretheren Die or survive violence is inside of my method Apply pressure taking you to the concrete I bomb beats dog and ya home is another six feet That's deep trigger clickin like it's a metronome Better go bird shot scatter like archipelagos I'm in the lab like a white coat tight rope Walk a fine line between a knife poke and hype choke Write smoke forming as the pen hits the pad More passion in the punchlines than liquor in ya dad See you chillin with a stack mattafact gimmie that You gon have to bring the cavalry to try and get it back I'm tryina count these greens like Coxscakie I know you feelin shook probably never thought you'd be the dead body Shut'em down A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums A G X No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run A G X You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums