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Nothing was the same on my worst behavior
And you rappers in trouble can't look away nah
Who want the smoke? I brought the backwood
Fire
bout' getting me a cuban
I'm talking links a nigga touch em I fuck round' might shoot em'
I ain't nothing like little buddy ima' hold on to my shit
Ain't
I got a friend named Whiskey Sam
He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam
He said is my country just a little off track
Took 'em twenty-five
right now cause plug won't understand it
Uma bless all my buddies cause the love is organic
Terry Hawk and Mallo made a killing off campus
Trap 24/7 what
I got duct tape and rope,
I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'bannons.
One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy,
That's the A-K forty seven
watch me win an Oscar
For pretending it hurts (but it won't)
Nice try, little buddy high five
Why don't you hit the side lines
Cause it's my time, bye
lives
There’s no need to worry
I’m the one to trust
Make the ladies blush
With every smile
PR is handled
By the people who
Brought you Kylie’s style
My
I'm on a beat police roll up
She's on her knees hands on each of my nuts
It's about to get graphic
Watch that ass clap like that ass was elastic
I'm not
they can shine brighter
Homies taking my lighters
Fighting fire with fire
It's going down to the wire
Played my last hand
Take my last xan
Cuz I'm
martial arts elevate my aura
Fire spit make you tempura there is no order
(yeah) , I am number one, fuck a top five
Yeah, them other niggas cool buddy
But
to drop him off
I see you trying' to hide that fire inside
But your hold me back's almost gone
Yeah it's about time I let cowboy know
That I'm a going
on Dubai on a Monday
I told that bitch, I'm in Magic with money
She want me to come dick down her lil' buddy
I just spent like 20 thou- on my luggage
of an old dude!
From the days of news news by kids who cut me like a razor
So I sit and play Dat New New by Kid Cuddi, cause that's my flavor
Put on Ill Mind
and I'm here to set things right!
Got a chip on my shoulder, I'm the Karen you can't ignore
I'm not confined by your sick words, no, not anymore
I'll chew
store
With a TV on in the window
And the parade is airing
I catch up with my buddies
And they're all stuffed in a trash can
They get out and begin
The Social Scene's broken
A is Arcade Fire, they live in New Orleans
B is Barenaked Ladies, teach us what bore means
C is Celine who's so cheesy but sings
Beats by AE really been slapping
And the raps hot fire fox I'm Braxien
I ain't too average just real average
I'm on that airport scale I got baggage
Had
Cadillac, horns on the hood
My buddy Frankie had his dad hook him up good
Girls smile when we roll by
They hop in the back and we cruise to the river side
Forgotten on a battle field then thousand miles away
While life goes on as usual from New York to Santa Fe
As we go marching on
I've seen my buddies
The punching bag is red and his name is queef
I named it that cuz we got beef
My punching bag got set on fire
By a loose TV wire
I had to go buy a Squire
Then
and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I don't mind
If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think that they be singin singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she
o'clock in the morning
I got two packs of Parliament Lights and
A dimebag and bama brick
I just lay in the dark of the night on
The bed of my buddy's
This beat's some evil shit to inspire you to start a fire
Do something illegal, only thing you require is a wire to strangle someone
Let out your
passed, and you instead chose him
Leaving me looking to the past, reminiscing sweet memories
Yet, for now, this was my deceitful destiny
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