Now when a kid gets a helium balloon, he's holding that string and he's keeping this balloon from going anywhere. Swear this life is like a helium balloon, I'm sorry They like, "You stuck with us, cause you let him fly" You get too fun 'til your core fans au revoir Some shit recycled like second timers in Tour de Franceįirst you picked up, now you pick the part Some love to see you blow, they don't want see you pop It's levels to this fellow, hello I resemble the cheat codes The main attraction, I got 'em hangin' their cleats up Had SOBs lookin' like it's new Supreme in it They love your moves made 'til you make moves Niggas'll fly you up this high, won't let you fly to the moon In a world of dopplegangers, niggas ain't worth the copy Slight work to Dahi, it's a purpose y'all see It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that I-M-E your normal CĪnd I'd be different gettin' diplomas in peaceīut gettin' applause and across, I'm hittin' Diplo for a beat Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job Naw, mm, can't count the days, but let's just say five I agree we've gone distant, my new location the charts I used to put my faith in the yarn, and now communication is gone
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I can't fly, but I can get a helium balloon We can't fly, I can't sing, I can't make music, but I can get a- I can buy it. So we're going up there with you even though we're on the ground. So you're the balloon, you've got that helium, and we travel with you through the string. The moon's in the motherf*ckin' sky, all rise This how you start the motherf*cking show. I figure, they don't care nothing 'bout albums. Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit when you pee I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets Put my cardio in the audio and you missin' the beat I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
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With chilly roller for leaf, nothing so silly, bitch, I sow what I reapĭouble M Genius, make these bitches so deep Tell these niggas I'mma get 'em every other time That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your f*cking crown Let my bread roll, never let my friends go It's a shame niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly
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Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish Severed ties with any nigga who covet mineĪnd all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyesīut I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative musicĪnd as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass timeĪnd on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your sideĪnd if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yetīut in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in checkĪnd shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride Getting high, getting by, watching time fly I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any betterīut dollar signs never mind, and he keep a zeroĪnd if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaksĪnd leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em Gubana made the level, and I never missed a supperīut still my hunger's like a f*cking model at a buffet Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better Never too much friends, what is your circumference? So I keep my circle small, you need reduction Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many niggas Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished
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I think it's 'bout that I sing of nothing The Intro About Nothing Time to clock in, baby Yeah You ready? Yes, I was ready last time We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing." It's gon' go like this: īeen on this long road accumulating luggageĪs time proceeds, preoccupied with everything