Lyrics:
in whose pocket?
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Throughout the world millions of people are employed making armaments,
Don't they realise that it's ordinary people like
on your bitch, that's why my fly's down
I just popped a tab, popped a tab, popped a, popped a tab
I just popped a tab, popped a tab
Got me feeling like
on your bitch, that's why my fly's down
I just popped a tab, popped a tab, popped a, popped a tab
I just popped a tab, popped a tab
Got me feeling like
Vaccine I'm poison
Got guns like marines
Smoke good the routine
Loving that pussy
Juicy the top dog, juicy like hot sauce
Juicy like AI, break necks
Graduated with higher standards that goes above the rest
You pussies are a buncha tits never mind a buncha breasts
Came in like a wrecking ball no Miley Cyrus
aloft Excalibur from the bosom of
the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to
carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
of beans
Rippin' bongs in peace then where the fuck are your couches at?
You say you smoke that loud pack daily where are y'all ounces at?
Actin' like you
eh why you worrying bout me
Nigga bitch
Yea go get a bag (Go chase a bag)
Why you worrying bout me
Keeping those tabs (You keeping tabs?)
Just remember
That's why they call it "Urban", it gets euphemized
South London, man are gettin' euthanized
I see a yutes demise, I wasn't too surprised
He got soaked
So, Miss Nicki Minaj
What do you say to people that say
You're trying to be something that you're
Not like Lady Gaga or Madonna and
You're doing things
crush that powder
When my inner struggle ignites
Two tabs to the tongue
Four rails to the face
Your pity don't mean a thing
I'm just living my only dream
as hell get the vinegar
Immature people stay insecure
Now I don't write that's my signature
Every recording like literature
Every performance like theater
I
most niggas I tote trigga
For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga
That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers
I'm on ya ass like
My job is so crazy
I see people on the daily
Oops I forgot a ranch
They can't eat it plainly
This woman's like eighty
Her hands are real shaky
But
come at Neo, those are
Opinions, that’s perception
That’s tradition attacking people
From every which
Angle possible if you have a
Focus wide and master
that
Just that type of cat
Take a sip of your fifth
Like I'll be right back but that's a lie bitch
I need a light bitch and by the way
Give me your blunt
cuz I'm keeping tabs yeah
It's the state of mind
That got me flying
I don't really try new shit
But my nigga said it's fine
Said this shit will have
over
I call her, but oh hold up
Y'all know what? ignore button
Or the phone die, lets hope for it
That Damier bag I bought her
Caught the attention
over
I call her, but oh hold up
Y'all know what? ignore button
Or the phone die, lets hope for it
That Damier bag I bought her
Caught the attention
most niggas I tote trigga
For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga
That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers
I'm on ya ass like
some spare drama to get into
Surrounded by bare rats
That's a shit zoo!
Ya dargs they some shitsus
I hit the club with Usherbucks
My boys like "YEAH"
a mic proper
trained parade rainer
Kill mcs and
Leave the stage
In some blood stained trainers
Now go tell a man
Box beats like kella can
That's why i
Lights are blinding my eyes
Why's the message pending? where the fuck are ya?
And I'm thinking
People pushing by, and walking off into the night
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