Lyrics:
Don't want to stand by
Envy your damn life
Should be me it's fine
Entourage and camouflage to come up
The worst behavior but motherfuckers don't love us
niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it with some moet then sip it
Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Pac this that Kendrick this that Cole
This that product of that rap this the rhymes you can´t ignore
This that knocking on your door like they
I got one foot in the door
So I got a vicious hunger for more
They say I'm going yet easy, yet you still tell me Blizzy this shit yours
But you
like the card from poker
Don't want you in the game, pack your stuff, it's all over
Should I repeat it? Nah
Down to me, there's no deceiving, nah
Should
clowns
By the way, who the hell is that
That is Mr. Marcia, our explosive
Ordnance expert. If it can be Blown up, he can do it
Damn straight and your new
I trap I use Waze
Mum said, "Can you change your ways?"
Heroin on the floor
Five racks on my bando door, I'm paid
Make that bitch squirt
And I
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
an empty shell
The wolves are at your door
Cry wolf no more
Threats and arrogance
Running rampantly through your shallow psyche
Weighed down by the corpse
circle
Lone motherfuckin' wolf
You build me a bridge, I'm probably gone burn it
Fresh up out the straight jacket, I been going crazy
Balls to the wall
doing dope in the past
Like floating down the river on a opium boat
But I'm a wild animal I go for the throat
I'm a big bad wolf with a big black Glock
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
Moving different cuz I want different I'm getting used to change
Old keys can't unlock new doors I can't be the same
New mentality approaches, I
might bet your soul on Fanduel now
When this album drop its 196 only gods can rule now
Got guns like a patriot I'm plotting on a billacheck
buns like I'm
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
Hmm..
These three little pigs think they're clever
Well I'm more clever
It is I, the Big Bad Wolf
For ten whole generations, these three little pigs
Listen close
'Til the pleas begin
A door of hope
With pikes arrayed
When you can taste the fear
Let them choose
Death by flame
Or death upon the spear
I remember the photo we took
Cause you taped it in your old scrapbook
It was August down by the brook
We drank the liquor from our parents that we
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my crib
Marble floors, designer shoes
This just the way I live
My next door neighbor he a plug
So he
Talkin' practice baby
Only thing is
I'm not the shooter
I'm the bullet, bitch
[Verse One: Kanye West]
They say your attitude determines your
got the world screaming free Pimp see
So soon as you make parole and they open the doors
You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
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