Lyrics:
hard
Sometimes it isn't fun
But if this album tanks, well your career could be done
If you ain't ready tell us now, never said that it was easy
we'll put you on the hit list
To stick ya stick ya wicked wickedest can I get a witness
[Chorus]
my own preaching means
And thinking why I'm leaving rhymes leaking by the evening
Who'da thought the hammer hit ya?
The Ruger spark, leave you
given moment I can snap like thumb middle index
I'm shinin ultra violet gamma and zap off all your insects
They buggin, they ain't well-known, don't call
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
to come back
And I see God inside the eyes of these high'd up feens
And mother Mary in they cut up jeans I hope you make it my friend
I hope you make it my
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
blown
So we all can hit the spot (now you gotta shake the spot)
Got game by the tons lookin' for some 2nd II None
Kinda fun but these hookers
got a chopper in the car
Still got that work right still got my shit right
Smokin' on that Mary Jane I'm about to go insane
Whippin' off the residue go
Well, she's the best cause we were flipping through old photo albums
And I was like that's not me, what am I wearing
And she looks at me, and she's like
First off, you know what it is if you heard Scoob
Crime solving dog, well you know I ain't no Blue's Clues
Who knew, rap could come this easy for
make a few dollars in the dead of night
We're workin' Overtime
Well looks like one day we'll pay
'Til then we run through the dead of
Mary Jane puttin'
fingernails
On the muscle of his arm was a red tattoo
A picture of a heart saying "Mother, I love you"
He had a pretty girlfriend by the name of Mary Lou
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
eternally rep
Bring mother Mary to Maury Povich paternity test
Their ain't a nigga that can play, that's preposterous G
Cuz I'll make sure ya album is
what happened well tell u a lil somethin while i take hit and let u inside of my past and
Faster than a blink of an eye I fell in love with this girl
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
a cover? You barely blinked once
Scream into mics, lazy calling that punk
Throwing shots, I won't stop til the beat is over
Wrote it all by myself, ain't
a Vicodin, splash, it hits my stomach, then, ah
Couple of weeks go by, it ain't even like I'm gettin' high
Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, I'm
'Cause if you ain't yourself you end up by your freaking self
I'm coming rugged with the linden boule type of slang
And yo, we'll see who can hang yo
hell
Just me and Mary I don't want nobody else
They be saying that I need em I stay talking to myself
So
If you made the bed well you better lay down
I'm distant as hell
Swear I've been busy miss called
From my niggas in jail
I don't only write about this shit
I lived it as well
Fucking hit me
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