Lyrics:
I'm from the cold
Where a motherfucker quick to sell his soul
You'd like to know
How to flick up on a pack and leave the bones
Well I don't know ya
You're the meanest queen on the scene
Make a player 'fien and be havin' dreams
For real, it's real as it seems
You bring the trees, I'll bring the be 's
that, nigga, you never know
He say a friend but I smell foe
So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door
So I sleep with the big
Frontrows-backrows getting trampled Chorus
What, before we just left the scene alone
Got some front page headline and rap&mic zone
Are you mad? I forget what
mystical dreams
Of the many scenes
Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple murderers
Sit back in dangerous
Hittin' and strippin'
And critical injury
Take another step back from the scene
Take a look around and down the medicine
Separated form yourself
The dust starts to fall
And the bitter pill
and tackle the scenes you've seen from your mattress
I passed the classes and graduated to acting for access
I back the stages, bodacious low wages, agents
talkin' 'bout Rolls Royces nigga, what else woe?
Dope dick, back seat, front seat
Since I came in the game, you niggas philosophies changed
J.T.
Dispense with the formalities and schemes
You may be contemplating
Foes are turning furry in
A hurry when transmogulating
By the pricking of my thumbs
dick
Bitches get picked and don't know how to act
then I step on the scene now they want to sit back
Don't have a guilty bone in my body
If I did
This is my life
I always knew I was different even back at six
They tied me to a pole with a rope and wrap my wrists
They punch me and kick me
Hit her with the facts, but she swear I'm wrong
Lick her on the back til she let me bone
Call me daddy mack, They can't leave me alone
Even if she
mints
What am I doing I threw in the towel
Captured my life I'm attacking my wife this action is fowl her
Body battered by fist but mind doesn't quit
So
of control and someone else will take the mantle now
First it fades to black
Then your sense of feeling is gone to late to take it back
Hold up yeah I sense
and green
Right arm is formed by Scavenger
Left leg is formed by Mixmaster
Scrapper, Long Haul, Bone Crusher
Make up the rest
Hook becomes the head that
cap back
Snap fast like a mufuckin' rat trap
Ease my hunger like a mufuckin' snack pack
Give me room back, back
(Get some)
I ain't even do this shit
Take It Back
Lay It Back
Just stay a minute
Talking shit
Talking smack
And I pay a visit
You don't want that shit boi
Need a babysitter
All these
somebody bed
Guess i grew a back bone
(Cuz i was)
In the backseat
With yo text on read
Just tryna get back home
(Then I)
Woke up out my sleep
In
fraudulent
Still hit the bar, get bent (nothin')
He produced it, I'm just talkin' shit
I had a dream, we all got rich (uh)
Not a hatin' bone in my body,
homie
She tryna cause a scene
But I'm in Paris with my team
Walking slow like I'm on lean
Damn a nigga jewelry look so clean
I occasionally ball in Lanvin
told
Just returns to my back to weigh me down
We lay cards upon the table
The backs of our hands
And I swear I like your people
The boys in
they guns be knockin'/
Gonna block it, throw my hands up
And we dip it up and brawl/ Talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at
All/ Nigga in
on fishing rods itching to pull it back
With that organic invention incubated to have some ?? to make it through
?? on paper now, a lot of details later
phone by my side
Want you to know I will not fight
If you try, so try, please, try
Try to catch a flight and flee the scene
But I'm stuck in this place
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