Lyrics:
and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't
Get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes
shit
I swear to god these niggas can't
Mess with me a lil bit
It's Lil Snupe i'm the hottest in the J
I put on for my state
And I swear to god tell you
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
mouths to feed,
So I compartmentalize and then my mental lies trying to convince me I'm okay
So us men tell lies to convince you of the same
Yeah, I dabble
the hoe, so what should I tell her
I can rap, do vids, I can even make my acapella It's my turn, told these niggas go wait
Had to make my stance, so I gotta
My brain is precise
I memorize six minute poems by the hour
I've come back for you now
Pure hellfire and literature
And did you think you actually
come up here (uh)
(One two, one two, what's happening, fool?) Come right here, this is for you, come on up
I done been through a whole lot (Kendrick
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
forget any details
Vacation for My Soul
Miss me, baby
'Cause I'm missing you
Wherever we'll be
There will be rest for me
'Cause you're a vacation for my
gotta say jack
'Cause they don't want it like that
Want it like that
Let's make a deal
Can't get no money, boy, cause you can't keep it real
You so fake,
be a felon or a witness, you dig?
All this money, murderin' is senseless
It is fuck 'em and tell 'em if
I ain't gon' feed 'em
All this money I'm
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
and the four hit ya
Why
We just coming for ya souls
Fuck the podcast the label and the crew
And if you down with so crooked
Then its fuck you too
Fuck
brothers we taking your soul
(Ahh)
I don't sing acapella, gotta pick up a mic
Got a message yea
I don't know what to tell her
When I'm working don't want you
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie even if they tell
Sweet lullabies that come with a smell
like instant messenger
You've got mail nah nigga you got shells
And my Mac you can't use for iChat
A guy that confused that will lie flat
And my gat
fly to Prague, uh
'Cause I'm a sucker for you
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (uh)
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (yo)
Who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke
and come and getcha
Ya fake acapellas can't really rock a farvela crowd
Ya head is full of helium, you floating in the clouds
On stage fronting like the solo
like instant messenger
You've got mail nah nigga you got shells
And my Mac you can't use for iChat
A guy that confused that will lie flat
And my gat
now you can't tell me shit
You go against me we going in off the rip
Look it ain't I'm too tough, but I'm retarded for real
Everything too high except
girl with a fucked up head
Heart is alive but her souls so dead
Life is a game that you want to end
I can tell by the way your movin
Drownin' in your
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
the cameras don't get aired here
They can't see you
Wave your title to this tidal wave, we do
And you don't appear to be a peer to me, for real
You should kneel
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