Lyrics:
thoughts
Don't get ya people caught, by my people house
'Cause believe me I'm a set it off, bitch
Set it off in this motherfucker, set it off
My click
think I'm goin' nowhere, and that makes me nervous.
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
Everybody's out to get me but I feel alright,
was throwin stones in a glass house
Rappers pass out, ass out
And anyone left on the scene who has doubts
y'all fools ain't got no nuts I'm doin
eyes, you looked at the floor
So I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal? (Fuck goin' on)
What's goin' on? Nigga, do we got a problem?
Uppin'
it[00:11.96]I'm blowin' lines of bath salts, bitch I'm goin' ham[00:14.97]I sniffed about a gram and I don't know who I am[00:17.96]Now watch me as I change into
you won't believe what done
Happened to me now man! What?
-I let this nigga come out my
House and he fucked my bitch!
But I'm gon' kill him when he
Get
Pearl Bailey
I'm not an Israeli
But I'm hittin' like Halley's
Comet
Drop it
Funk is the topic
I'm off like a rocket
A porno in a pocket
I'm different
and the rap Jason's enemies leave gushing
Murdering with the heat, produced by tone beatz
B-I-G Bailey, I do my own thing
That's why you must clone me to get
quicker than g in a day
She say we mud but the streets in the play
If its up, I'm finna take it to the max, aye
I'm from the trenches left and I ain't going
Okay let's go
I'm losing my patience
I don't get what's wrong
Are you leavin' or stayin'?
Baby what's goin' on?
I'm tired of waitin'
So I wrote this
(What's goin' on?)
I'm drunk, I need assistance (No no no)
Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good)
I lost my car, what happened?
These drunk
a bad influence
It's not that I'm givin' a fuck, but I never was Judas
You're lucky that I never told anybody what was goin' on wit a me Ruthless
It
the summer heat
Might flee in G-450 if the weather change
Might have the cappuccino fuck it, I'm goin'
Somewhere nice where no mosquitoes at Homie
Every time
of the moon.
Swans fly with wings wide open to the sky,
Like a wild wave of birds goin' by;
I know our souls will fly!
Things are out of focus,
My face is
folding
Weigh one thirty, but young nigga shoot that
Chopper like a soldier
I’m surrounded by some killas who
Come straight up out Magnolia
Been livin’ real
combat, there ain't no comeback
You're tryin to get with me but you don't know where I'm at
Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns
Just
Woke up in a bad place
Should probably get up so I'm not late
Stared at my phone for the past eight
Minutes at nothing, my head aches
Bottle's
Just for niggas acting shifty
Sticks and stones break bones
But the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking blunts by
HAHA
(I wanna rock right now) say what Jeff
(I'm in the place and I came to get down)
(I wanna rock right now) what you wanna do
(I wanna rock right
where I'm goin'
But I still find my way and when I do I keep goin'
And I'm, a nigga wit strikes
Try me and your family don't sleep right
Didn't think
face
I get went to pickup a shipment and flipped it hopped on a jet to smoke by the bay
All of this cash abundance I’m feeling myself baby what can you
[El P]
You and your whole fucking canned crewmen'll end tepid
So when I Pearl Harbor don't let me catch you intrepid
I'm telling you
a TV, you feel me?
Shit, Michael Jordan don't come through
I bet the nigga get the money when it time to sell his shoe
I'm telling you, I ain't puttin'
bones
But the gat'll kill you quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smoking funk by the boxes, packing Glocks
It's natural to eat you
Niggas
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