PART I - WE'RE ALL GONE TOO SOON
[Intro]
Oh my God, oh my God
On my God
[Verse 1]
We’re all gone too soon
Imma live forever through my money and my tunes
In the tomb, living like a Pharaoh
It's not fair, oh, you don't really care though
Money in my head, bro, running round in circles
Fit it in my rhyme scheme, got em in a choke hold, let go
Woah, I don’t see them in the daytime, night time hits
Everybody hiding behind thick blinds
Act blind, you ain't seen nothing
Call the Po Po, grab a bag and get stuffing
Innocent to criminal, I know that you been bluffing
We are something (are we?) at least I think
Miss it when you blink and the keys were by the sink
Jinglе cause the trinkets rustling jus likе the leaves
On the trees, in the breeze, see the sun hit could've sworn that it was winter, I've been writing getting splinters (sheesh)
You ain't ready for the vault that I've been hiding
Calculating all my movements, Jason Bourne in this bitch
James Bond in this bitch, I'm Jason born in this bitch
Go on tour with the mix, we don't spit jus for kicks
She don’t spit she take the hit, all these people on my dick
Now you seen that I’m the kid, out of here with all my kicks
(Kicks, yeah)
[Intro]
Oh my God, oh my God
On my God
[Verse 1]
We’re all gone too soon
Imma live forever through my money and my tunes
In the tomb, living like a Pharaoh
It's not fair, oh, you don't really care though
Money in my head, bro, running round in circles
Fit it in my rhyme scheme, got em in a choke hold, let go
Woah, I don’t see them in the daytime, night time hits
Everybody hiding behind thick blinds
Act blind, you ain't seen nothing
Call the Po Po, grab a bag and get stuffing
Innocent to criminal, I know that you been bluffing
We are something (are we?) at least I think
Miss it when you blink and the keys were by the sink
Jinglе cause the trinkets rustling jus likе the leaves
On the trees, in the breeze, see the sun hit could've sworn that it was winter, I've been writing getting splinters (sheesh)
You ain't ready for the vault that I've been hiding
Calculating all my movements, Jason Bourne in this bitch
James Bond in this bitch, I'm Jason born in this bitch
Go on tour with the mix, we don't spit jus for kicks
She don’t spit she take the hit, all these people on my dick
Now you seen that I’m the kid, out of here with all my kicks
(Kicks, yeah)
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