Desparado / 1Thou Lyrics

Alex

Alex

Wake up

I know you want it

We want it

Jus remember

Desire becomes surrender

Surrender becomes power

(Needed more)

Need a little more receiving

Born in '97 a preemie

Came a little early

Blessing these boys and girls with genuine CD's

Bars go harder than cement

Gotta throw dollars to see me

Remember being on tv

Tevo had my ass on repeat

Remote always in my control so

World bе so wicked

Don't want my life on wiki

Getting hit with the envy

Even before my entry

Sent here but sitting in wrong century

Free me

Don't like how they treat me

Behind me in every feat

Climbing the ladders of rap

These rhymes be my everything

One

Hot ground when I drop sounds on the city

The top down when the cops around so they hear this

I'm not bout all that top clown shit and riddles

I popped out

Mastered my style now I'm ready

My desire to be great is rising

It's highly underrated

Try me

Won't like it when I make this notebook real life

While the people faking

Faux smiles on faces

No time can be wasted

Isolation

Me, myself and I

We wrote rhymes in the basement

How bad you want it

If you can still sleep, you don't want it that bad

You don't want it

You half want it

My desire to be great is rising

It's highly underrated

Try me

Won't like it when I make this notebook real life

(No imagination)

Came in

Something black painted

Sashaying through the bullshit

Average phases

I'll eradicate my existence to be with the angels

Latest one out the A

Distractions get out the way

A challenge to have so much talent

And find someone to vouch for me

Little homie said bounce for me

Tour the world, all them continents

My content my confidence

God I'm counting my accomplishments

Forgiving, yeah he might forgive you

But trust I do not forget what you did

I am not your friend

Bullshit I do not commend

Know some shooters who gone pull it

They go brazy with them clips

They'll keep my name up out your mouth

Now make your way up off my dick

I came for the crown

Not playing around

I'm reigning it down

Been making em drown

They can't stop me

Should I stay in my town

I want to get out

But they holding me down

All I know is the south

How can you not see

When I ain't got no one I know the game got me

You can't look at Bond and say I ain't top 3

I'll be perfecting these sounds, especially loud

Like every hour

Until its announced that I'm the new king

(I mean we got nothing but time)

(Aye, what's good lil bruh)

(This Tye, man)

(I got them bumping the Red Flags down here boy, they love it)

(Get at me)

I could

I could be your influence or I could be a shirt

I could be sky high or I could be in dirt

I could be the reason why you putting in the work

I could be

Look

Could be the reason my trajectory ain't go as planned

Could be in Congo with a Kangol with some ass in my hands

Could be the reason why my halo shining red in the dark

Or the reason the darkness keep putting my soul in a trans

Don't want to make friends

I'll turn your concert to wastelands

Tryna take fans, break hands

Create a play for my cult like Peyt Mann

LJ on the ravens

Raying nothing greatness on these playlists

Who complaining

Who was hating when I played the class my tape and made a comment

Tryna state that I ain't built for the top 5 conversation

But its stranger cause these strangers DM me

Say I'm their favorite

I arrange my game to adapt

Too advanced, too abstract

Keep on singing about my old bitch

Cause I ain't got a new one

No old schemes, I'm plotting new ones

No old hoes, I ride with new ones

My taste ain't too common

Survived college nights off some ramen noodles

I got to pay homage

These cautions I was taught are not on YouTube

I'm a new god

Whole planet I'ma rule it

Was sent here to move with truth

Yes I been here, no longer newest

Bonded music been working on improvement

We don't ponder

We just power through these cons

To get a tower of these commas

Real niggas make a way for other niggas

Real niggas keep it one-thou

Real niggas never take orders

Real niggas want that shit now

Rubbing jergens on my girl cause her stomach hurting

Lovely curtains dress the room thanks to her monthly earnings

Nothing certain when it come to love

Well all we really did was fuck

So I can't fake love a person like they something urgent

My mother yearning for the time and day the one returning

I told her look up in the sky because your son is burning

Walking on water

Love the feeling of the bubbling surface

Love the applause

Your girl sitting in the front she shirtless

A fast mission, tryna fish for the bad bitches

Scat drifting, venti cappuccinos and waxed kittens

Fenti pack cause she know how to lure in the bag quickly

Don't act different

When you feel how that silicone ass hitting

Will the throne be able to heal the soul

Conceal the whole giant that I am until I'm old

In hills of gold

I wield a chrome sword in the realm of the spiritual

Ain't showing no remorse if you mess with my ritual

My nigga

In the beginning, Bond created rhymes

To challenge the mind

Overcome the obstacles inside

He thought he was blind

Til' he rid the mud from his eyes

Now he feeling alive

With a good reason to survive

To no surprise he'd run into evil along the ride

Many people who saw he as an equal was ill advised

Then the females who was more than lethal

Left him with no sequel or reprise

Now he blasting all his beats up to the sky

Real niggas make a way for other niggas

Real niggas keep it one-thou