Lyrics:
off me
Two years of my life were spent in a mental health
I'm a threat to society, then again to my fuckin' self
I'm losin' my fuckin' mind, my veins
You bitches ain't ready for the debut album
My homie came and said go and take over Malcolm
Now I'm up at the plate, knock the wind right out 'em
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
I missed my Lennon. Somehow this chance done passed me
by
And that's the reason I'm standing here singing this stupid song and losing my freaking mind
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
a dungeon
Don't wanna brawl with 5-6 hog
I'm a beast when I bark, every skyship fall
Ground shall break
Part the seas and the greatest lakes
Anarchy is taking
a priority even though I'm royalty don't spoil me
I'm a simple man but not simple-minded pretty soon all yall will be quoting me
The Life I was Given, is
on, watch your boy in some flip the fitted
You can't do it like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody help
What's happenin'? What's
- 4 fives
Snatch uh' nigguh soul you don't need to life
Big ol guns how we gone ride
Handguns too 6,7,8 nines
(You don't feel me though)
Foreign
shit creek without a motherfucking paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than
depending on the mood, please do not mind all the routines
I'ma spitter, I'ma big ol' motherfucking rapping machine, behind the scenes
Didn't mention past
again
Hunnid, try me
I just threw a finger
A big ol' middle finger
Keep on rollin' (throw them shits up)
Throw another, one (throw them shits up)
I
shit on my own
Picture me fake, picture me snake
Picture me smoking a wood by the lake
Picture me not being one of the greats
Picture me not saying fuck
We don't type or politic. Get money and then count it
Mike Amiri, Louis V, I ran it up a thousand
My life like a movie scene how I got shooters round
5 In the morning my alarm started ringing
Stuck inside my bed cause I didn't wanna leave it
Clockin in to work and I wonder do I need it
Work for
The end has arrived, this album reached the end of its time... the end of its time
I'm low on supplies, the paint on the canvas is dry... the canvas
front porch leaders no back doors
Only real gon' speak my language
Paragon is the new English
(Leader)
Lil ol' me from the 503, top five, I'm top
(I
simple
V E C T O R ba simple
This is rap and I don't trust you all
Am dope enough to say fvck you all
If you got a problem with me meet me don't tweet me
coffee buzz
Good ol' radar detector it protects me from the fuzz
Well, I do what I gotta do to get through working that nine to five
It's killing me but
I gotta thing for this nigga
We don't touch he be fucking my mind Up
He don't care if we eating at Ruth Chris he don't Mind if I'm pushing a Honda Oh
merking
"Skengman 5" when I'm under attack
Should've thought twice before you opened your trap
Come into a nuclear war with a strap
You can tell me
I do my time at the daily grind
Five days a week you know I don't mind
And next week I'll be ready again, I just need a good weekend
Same ol
And most lie
And claim that they go by
Killers, hitters, gold diggers, they pull triggers
Not I, homie go figure
I grow bigger, ol' boy so bitter
Ninety nine
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
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