Lyrics:
need to stop, I'm in a toxic hold
And shit I'm feeling like my pops disowned me
At least that’s what it feel like when
You stop by your homie crib
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for
get a plate now
Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
'Til I got (blaow-blaow-blaow), felt one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen (word)
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
at, Knowing I got them (aight)
By the time a nigga thought about beating I shot 'em (pop pop)
See it takes a snake to spot a snake
And by the time they
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
got it on my back
Niggas say that we lost it so ima bring it back
I love da dirty dirty cause niggas show me love
the ladys start to bounce as soon
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
I left the world, I'm on a journey to another place
Give me the kingdom, you can keep this dirty rotten place
I'm I'm I'm representin' that
of my pops
I would hide what i did like I was ducking cops
He would yell if i wasnt home by 6 clock
Yea my neck cost an EmmV
My wrist costs 2 EmmVs
We fucking bitches by plenty
Gotta raw one with no plan b
Walk around in my Fenty
Let it swang cuz
cool
Glock 23, NUMBER (N) INE jeans
Countin' collard greens, my ho pop beans
(I really like to use cash)
Big clip knock him out the damn scene
Dirty
moons in my room
Look just chillin by myself and no one else cause I was like shook
by this rotten scandalous, low-life dirty work
Then moms and pops they
pops and moms
Tell em Im a good kid
Catholic raised
Knowin i went to public school
And sweared and got blazed
Even weed when i got a whole two
And that
I'm dirty dancing
I got you
In the fucking mansion
I pops my shit
Like whats the ransom
I drops my shit
Like he’s so handsome
You're on collar
Don’t
we get dirty, we have percosex
Yeah yeah, million dollar dreams, I gotta chase a check
No no, it aint what it seems, I dont feel the best
Pops was
I got em'
Yea
AyWhatchuTellemFoooo
Came up on that dirty corner
Raised by a stop sign
Baby mama be the glock 9
Yeah that's my baby Nina
She gone drop
cutting a check
I'm Riding with JD, bitches really hate me
Do a hoe dirty like the bitch got scabies
She fucking everybody I think the BItch got rabies
I'm
the fuck is you sayin
Whole gang pop out toatin Bands
Took you off then I sold to yo Friends
I get cake you can tell by da Stance
How you claim you gone
Aye, ya dig
What, what?
Wearing all white, ya dig?
Came in the night, ya dig?
I don't wanna fight, ya dig?
I pop out with pipe, ya dig?
Smokin'
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