Self Check - LIL INFY888
#rapfame #rap #beat #hiphop #infy #888 #fire #rip #ace #doggydog #stayinfinite #family #friends by - LIL INFY R.I.P my Best friend, To: The doggydog Ace poohkunđđŒđ (Lyrics) SELF CHECK got a infinite line of words takin the turn I wanna learn understand the cost of my burns, gotta self check the pain they goin insane feelin like a hurricane take me back to Gucci lane all of these demons be stuck in my brain trynna count the number for my fame takin the right turn for the game self check In my lane driving the bat-mobile like Iâm Bruce Wayne, Yeah yeah yeah understand my thoughts when there not the same so they never change blood in my bed with another stain what da demons doin in my brain so I puff and pass Smokin this gas whatcha mean, itâs not ass your shit in the trash, SELF CHECK parade in da party getting laid for sum cash like a soufflĂ© when they pop up with the cops outside thatâs the end of the day, running so fast I make the oops crash anyway, gotta high score with the blicky getting sticky they donât play, drop the scene with the cash funna break the glass they donât want to stay, Yeah yeah SELF CHECK in the game feelin like Johnny Dane but shiii, thatâs his fame with the Apple bottom pie we never lie, keep it real tell we in the sky, we never die so donât you run or you funna cry, chillin on my block tell they come up here with a lie, sit back in a convertible ride goin through history with scarred eye like tie-die but come on itâs time to try, feelin scared with the venom in my system but itâs time to fly in the the sky with another light over my head, blood tears dropping down my eye feelin like Iâm dead up in my head I gotta be fed so I can chill in my bed. Yup.
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#rapfame #rap #beat #hiphop #infy #888 #fire #rip #ace #doggydog #stayinfinite #family #friends by - LIL INFY R.I.P my Best friend, To: The doggydog Ace poohkunđđŒđ (Lyrics) SELF CHECK got a infinite line of words takin the turn I wanna learn understand the cost of my burns, gotta self check the pain they goin insane feelin like a hurricane take me back to Gucci lane all of these demons be stuck in my brain trynna count the number for my fame takin the right turn for the game self check In my lane driving the bat-mobile like Iâm Bruce Wayne, Yeah yeah yeah understand my thoughts when there not the same so they never change blood in my bed with another stain what da demons doin in my brain so I puff and pass Smokin this gas whatcha mean, itâs not ass your shit in the trash, SELF CHECK parade in da party getting laid for sum cash like a soufflĂ© when they pop up with the cops outside thatâs the end of the day, running so fast I make the oops crash anyway, gotta high score with the blicky getting sticky they donât play, drop the scene with the cash funna break the glass they donât want to stay, Yeah yeah SELF CHECK in the game feelin like Johnny Dane but shiii, thatâs his fame with the Apple bottom pie we never lie, keep it real tell we in the sky, we never die so donât you run or you funna cry, chillin on my block tell they come up here with a lie, sit back in a convertible ride goin through history with scarred eye like tie-die but come on itâs time to try, feelin scared with the venom in my system but itâs time to fly in the the sky with another light over my head, blood tears dropping down my eye feelin like Iâm dead up in my head I gotta be fed so I can chill in my bed. Yup.
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