Lyrics:
still got love for all the people who hated
And all the women that played me I hope y’all doing amazing
That shit made me who I am
I guess this is a thank
don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they 'bout
don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only ryling me up
For three years, they had me peeing out of a cup
Now they 'bout
a virtue
I just had to wait my time
Now they hate to see me shine
Cause I have em going blind
Man I think they lost they mind
Ha ha
What you mean
Yes I’m
hunt
From now on, y'all crossed the land
Craig Mack's the upper hand with more
Rhymes than the beach got sand you're an MC
Yo my original job is that
some soda
Underdog feel like Rocky Balboa
Taking Apollo Creed
And Dragos the enemy fantasies
Now tell me who wanna come dance with me
I'm like Trey Young
K scream its causing nothing but murder bucking these niggas making hate me
Yeah nigga we don't give a fuck nigga we thug lords connected from tech
I walk around with the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I
I walk around with the grill
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I
jaw diamond ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people
jaw diamond ring
Bitch don't hate me hate the bank, or snatch the G's that I take
Or hate my shiny wristband, and big ass rims I rotate
See people
niggas be two-toned
I hate it that flowers is something y’all postpone
Give me flowers now bitch don’t wait till my body is under a tombstone
I’m so
a dime but y'all talking to me by royalties
Cannot pay producers so they come at me with cover beats
Now I'm faking streams cause clearly they doing
down
K11 the top
King of this underground
So tell me
How your shit sounds
I'm a ghetto boy
So know
I can't be stopped
No matter what y'all throw
crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched, backed up and handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us
Pass me the black velvet, Embassy Suite killin me
daddy
That's my fucking baby
I Wish my haters could see me now
Look what the fuck you made me
The Waviest savior
King Trey Xavier
Pay me what you owe
right now I cannot manage[02:20.22]Walkin' like 'Zel[02:21.18]Walking through hell[02:22.28]Can't get no lights when I walk by myself[02:24.46]Y'all wanna
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Nigga, scuff me nigga
Fight for dog everything out here
Ain't no fuck, nobody give a nigga shit out here
I sold my soul to the devil
Twice was cheap
them, won't work for you
Choices, choices, choices
Choices, choices, choices
Choices was made for me
Choices they made for me
You made your bed, now lay
getters
Idolized by spitters, y'all remember me?
(LEGEND) MOP The fiftieth mc
Virgo, birth dog, Billy or BD
From the Gang Starr bus we bumpin you flashin
So
me
Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, y'all need me
That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup
But in the ill gangstas
24hrs
Jonn Hart, baby
Oh woah, woah
She want me to fly in
Just touch down from the island
When you see what I'm on
Baby, now you wanna try it
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
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