STANLEY Lyrics

Truth be told, every champion has felt it

Every president has felt it

Every king has felt it

Every lion has felt it

Every winner has felt it

Every soldier has felt it

Every victorious person has felt it

The urge to win it

Don't you give up on your dream

I don't care if you don't have the money, you don't have the help, and you don't have

the family for it, and you don't have the background for it, and you don't have the

friends for it

Don't you give up on your dream

Don't you do it

Don't you do it

Don't you do it

Blow on it

Blow on it

Yeah

Yeah

Pussy good

Pussy suck me till I cum, I told them marry me

Shell shock, spinning all these blockers, now I need therapy

Round the Glocks, focus on my opps, they wanna bury me

Paranoid, glitching on my pole, like who let Van be

Busting in the her f**king off these Perkins, fuck a plan B

No fentanyl

Fiend be going crazy off this Tan D

Don't speak at all

You will think I'm Beverly when I'm playing D

Got a couple pounds, straight from out of town, smell like Stanley

4 on 4, tripping off the walkie, Sprite be fancy

Hop on cars, shooting at they feet, I like them dance

Fuck a show, I'd rather bust a bowl, cause they don't be paying

They blood suckers, Buffy all these hoes, I just be slaying

Lil' bitch from out of town, I fuck her when she laying

Shit, I'm booted off the Adderall, I slut up to the AM

Boy, you know that shit ain't raw at all, it's sticking to the pen

If im beefing then my money long, they blitzing if you pay them

Shit, I'm a hold of Knots , can barely fold my pockets, look like Pam

I don't know that bitch at all, shit, I fucked her off the Xan

Shit, them ARP got scopes and all, we peeping through the lens

Shit, that can A LOCK , peanut butter, SERVING Peter Pan

Pussy good, she suck me till I cum, I told her murder me

Shell shock, spitting all these BLOCKS, now I need therapy

Round the Glocks, focus on my opps, they wanna burn me

Paranoid, clitching on my pole, like who that Van be

Busting in her, melting all these percs and fuck a plan B

No fitting off, Fiend be going crazy off this Tandy

Don't speak at all, you would think I'm Beverly when I'm playing

Got a couple pounds, straight from out of town, smell like Stanley

You know I'm a hold of Knox, can barely fold my pockets, look like pound

I don't know that bitch at all, shit, I fucked her off the Xan

Shit, them AIPs got scopes and all, we peeping through the lens

Shit, them AIPs got scopes and all, we peeping through the lens

Shit, them AIPs got scopes and all, we peeping through the lens