Lyrics:
(Haha)
She pullin' up right in a Honda I hop in they tell me I gotta relax
Fuck it i'm cuttin' his body i'm catchin' a homie i'm leavin' his noggin
Yo, rhymes is rippin and the mic is passed to me
It was too young so they got me for statuatory
Don't take me for granted, punk, yeah, and think I'm
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
get like I'm Gillette
Not like I'm Penn, but you make sure to Teller
No matter what they say, I can't be fooled either
You can not touch me, I'm all by
Don't mind my bags,carrying baggage from locking my thoughts in a new vault,
push me over the ledge you get threw off, I'm so high off this blunt I
They know I'm from the west when I walk in the bodega
I'm surrounded by the bad but i do not surrenda
I will not dependa
On anybody but me
You
my face)
Keep the bands on me
(She make it shake)
If you talking money
(We can conversate)
Feel the moment can’t feel my face
Hating niggas ya in my
don't like go get the dick I'll give you a taste!
Aiyyo you need to just focus on my earth tremblin' rhymes
That got me fillin' in by the million
Fucka
chick, start bendin the law
He the same chump nigga, used to send to the store
Ran off with twenty dollars, now don't send him no more
He them grimey ass
regrets)
I've been feeling so alone, just like I'm so lost, just like I'm
Yeah, they miss the old me
I think they want me to OD on codeine
They want my
On god they'll eat or im aiming right at your skillet/
And that pride you'll keep when it comes to me and my Niggaz/
You focusing on the bitches/
No
kingpin, who also slam and strike edition
Whattup, Corleone smoke the bone Tone phone me
Whattup he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista
Pumpin a rhythm, a lyrical styler
My tongue'll be flingin a funky pile of
Lyrical rhymes that's breakin em off in
Geah, make a move y'all
Which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze
I'm
strip club bathroom stall I’ll lift your feet off the floor hanging you, I’d give it my all You can choke me with your panties till I pass out by
two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
I become berserk, it was no fun to work
Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my
Flashing lights, barking dogs, crying babies
Fusing into headache inducing symphonies
Faustian forces after me, gettin chased by Mephistopheles
sightless niggaz tryna see me
Work out the trigger finger like a burpee
They work out your grave plot by the evening
Look like it's raindrops in my ears
Fuck
battling snakes coming at
Me in all sorts trying not to get bit
I gotta win like all sports
Still trying to sail this ship when
They closed off all ports
right there by your phone
Never switching up
I was on my last you told my Jaywall you can't give it up
I was on my last you told me Jaywall you can't
workin with
I came here with my dick in my hand
Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo' ass; be cool
And don't worry bout how I'm rippin this
chauffeur me to my casket (yeah, yeah)
Savage grippin' that fucking full metal jacket (yeah)
(Man, shoot that bitch) yeah, yeah
(Shoot that bitch again)
between trains
Canal Street, just lookin' at rings
Outside through a glass, went in the store and asked how much it cost
Korean man brushin' me off
For
off brand niggas
Runnin' around yappin' 'bout they be holdin' figures as big as Jigga's
That's that bullshit
Don't they know that around me talkin'
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