david halo (usa) – cctv lyrics
[verse 1: david halo]
please shut the f+ck up and lock in and focus
accolades higher than ah+1 cobras
i’m finished with high school, i got my diploma
i’m f+cking with racks, bro i got money folders (n+n+naturally?)
i paid it in full and then half of em folded
i put in the chips and stayed down like it’s hold ‘em
i’m throwing racks and c4 explosives
i won’t even detonate, just want em to notice
i’m spending like $34,000 in doge
9 hour layover, north carolina, in charlotte i’m bored as f+ck pushin a ghost
tell em they b+tchmade, fah+fah+fah
tell em i been paid, i feel wayne in his prime
i feel like god and his greatest design
i feel like keaton is watching me shine (n+n+naturally?)
woke up in evilsh+ll, i’m in my prime
i took a evil spell, i’m in my prime
i fed the beast, now i sit with the gods
these seats are heated and yes, they recline
leaning like a kickstand, way too high
leaning like a kickstand, treble on high like cheech & chong
i don’t want know what side they gon keep me on
i see a check and it keep me going
i don’t take no drugs cause they gon f+ck me up
and when it’s up it’s stuck, i’m finna duck and run
i’ll see myself out of this one cause y’all f+cking suck
pants 1 of 1, i’m good on that
tee 1 of 1, i’m good on that (david halo)
shoes 1 of 1, i’m good on that
for the fourth f+cking time, i’m good on that
i’m good on that, i’m okay, caught em in 4k
cctv, cctv, look at my neck b+tch, it’s all vv’s
it’s so easy, it’s so easy, top of my class
i’m on the ceiling, i’m so appealing, i’m+
[bridge: eb]
uh, uh, uh, wait a minute (the following is a profit plus presentation, c+c+cuff your halo)
uh, uh, uh, hold on
[verse 2: eb]
yeah, f+ck wrong with deez n+ggas?
tried to play nice, got ghost, go figure
they really never let you paint the bigger picture
‘less you got digits and b+tch with figure
who is that n+gga who living in rigor?
liquor in the liver, you drowning the sinner
you look in the mirror, you livid, consider
your life is a whisper to big suit n+ggas, huh
pull the trigger, make some noise
like the boyz n the hood trapping with some toys
n+ggas really getting shook, mob one with poise
color line f+ck it up, shout out, dubois
n+ggas think i’m real crazy, yeah, i’m turning heads
b+tch you better pay me, a milli dead fed
tired of n+ggas say me, i ain’t gonna spread
n+ggas dumb, lazy, i go hard like the dead
so please don’t fret, when i’m on a billboard with a crown on head
gotta make some bread for fam, no debt
i’m an artist, my n+gga, all you wonderbread
all you stuck in bed, yeah, that’s depressed
used to feel so dead, but i found my tread
write direct my script, yeah that’s the thread
don’t f+ck with vision, yeah that’s ahead
yeah that’s ahead
[verse 3: endstar]
i need my roses today
cause by tomorrow i’m going m.i.a
a black tux like cia in men in black
this sh+t child play
i don’t play fair, you can kiss my a
you see the drip that i display
i ain’t even woke up but i’m on my way
commas over drama and it stay that way
heat tucked like a sauna, b+tch i don’t play
pardon me, i’m bouta catch my flight
bouta hit dubai, got ten links, imma be aight
don’t walk up b+tch, i do bite
and if you on some f+ck sh+t this is your last night
muhf+ckas talking sh+t like boy, you light
you condensed, you can’t fight
one punch saitama, imma be aight
shaved like saitama, imma be aight
got my money in cash, bouta catch this flight
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