Michael Barr, Oncue - 21 lyrics
[Michael Barr, Oncue - 21 lyrics]
Nobody cared about me last year
Now I get the lumber and the wax yeah
It’s been awhile since i’ve been
Up living fast here
Key to my own city on my caribeaner
Circle’s small like it’s never been in season
Now the guest list packed and
I don’t really need them
She said i’m twenty one
Asked her for some low end
Guess she got enough
You only call me up when I’m on these drugs
My mama tell me i’m depressed and not enough
She said i’m just for fun
Treat me like the deep end
From the furthest one
Fuck your friends I hate them
Keep the loaded gun
My mama tell me i’m depressed and not in love
Yeah, here's how they switch up aye
Let me break it down for you like a swisher
Once you get the big ups
They pretend to see the picture
Fuck it can't beat em join em'
Now Cuey is the shit bruh! Say
I remember when
I was writing raps in the basement
Dirty ass shoes and behind
On my payments then
Two cents damn you love to say shit
Admit it you was hatin
Now you all complacent, friend
But we ain’t friends (no) do comprehend
I do not bend
Ill be this way until to the end lord
Get ya shit straight, 9 mixtapes
Need a rollie with the big face
Fat ass with slim waist aSCAP, been paid
Shout out Ro man, Shout out Kensei
This that flow man, i’m your sensei woo
Goddamn, yeah i’m on a wave
Got no time to wait
Thank god my dad’s condoms break
Do I gotta say? For all our sake!
Muthafucker yeah I need that
All that cake yeah
Talkin grammys, talking hall of fame yeah
When I die they gon saw my brain yeah
Rode the bench now I ball the game yeah
You just bought the game yeah
We see thru you… don’t talk my name nah
Best believe I sparked the flame
Then I caught the rains
I don't got no lane nah
She said i’m twenty one
Asked her for some low end
Guess she got enough
You only call me up when I’m on these drugs
My mama tell me i’m depressed and not enough
She said i’m just for fun
Treat me like the deep end
From the furthest one
Fuck your friends I hate them
Keep the loaded gun
My mama tell me i’m depressed and not in love
Now I get the lumber and the wax yeah
It’s been awhile since i’ve been
Up living fast here
Key to my own city on my caribeaner
Circle’s small like it’s never been in season
Now the guest list packed and
I don’t really need them
She said i’m twenty one
Asked her for some low end
Guess she got enough
You only call me up when I’m on these drugs
My mama tell me i’m depressed and not enough
She said i’m just for fun
Treat me like the deep end
From the furthest one
Fuck your friends I hate them
Keep the loaded gun
My mama tell me i’m depressed and not in love
Yeah, here's how they switch up aye
Let me break it down for you like a swisher
Once you get the big ups
They pretend to see the picture
Fuck it can't beat em join em'
Now Cuey is the shit bruh! Say
I remember when
I was writing raps in the basement
Dirty ass shoes and behind
On my payments then
Two cents damn you love to say shit
Admit it you was hatin
Now you all complacent, friend
But we ain’t friends (no) do comprehend
I do not bend
Ill be this way until to the end lord
Get ya shit straight, 9 mixtapes
Need a rollie with the big face
Fat ass with slim waist aSCAP, been paid
Shout out Ro man, Shout out Kensei
This that flow man, i’m your sensei woo
Goddamn, yeah i’m on a wave
Got no time to wait
Thank god my dad’s condoms break
Do I gotta say? For all our sake!
Muthafucker yeah I need that
All that cake yeah
Talkin grammys, talking hall of fame yeah
When I die they gon saw my brain yeah
Rode the bench now I ball the game yeah
You just bought the game yeah
We see thru you… don’t talk my name nah
Best believe I sparked the flame
Then I caught the rains
I don't got no lane nah
She said i’m twenty one
Asked her for some low end
Guess she got enough
You only call me up when I’m on these drugs
My mama tell me i’m depressed and not enough
She said i’m just for fun
Treat me like the deep end
From the furthest one
Fuck your friends I hate them
Keep the loaded gun
My mama tell me i’m depressed and not in love