Lyrics:
Khalifa
Lewe oko to Sativa prawym widzę ciebie
Jak ryba 3 6 0 patrzę nie dygam
Umiem grać na emocjach jak jebany Paganini
Kiedy umrę niech mnie kurwa
Most merciful most benevolent
Praise due to the 4 elements
Fuck working for peanuts Im no elephant
Rich White girls backstage smoke ketamine
me hos
Never would have fathomed that
Big lipped nigga from school Craft
Have access to the masses
Now they sweatin' them backstage passes
Try to give
should know you're a vet
And by the way when's the next time y'all playin?
Well besides tonight I think it's uh...
Uh huh right like I was sayin
I'm nice
my eye when she walked by lookin' like a freak
I leaned over kissed her on the cheek.
I was being careful not to move too fast,
But she smiled when
ticket
Yeah, tonight he's bound for the Opry
By the backstage door, he'll wait in the darkness
Like he did so long, in Coldwater Tennessee
The crowd
a foursome if I'mrolling
With three girls
No joke, gal a get choked, I ain't Eminem
Them hoes be the Free World
Man like me, I do shit on
My own, I don't need
a spinnner
But chances I make the league is getting slimmer than a
Jim or Eminem or Kendall Jenner
Rival of Pepsi spread all on her dresser
America, God
Nikon
Mazda, Shang Tsung, Tekken 3, Karate
John Woo, Jackie Chan, Jet Li, Sensei
Yokohama, Casio, Huawei, Atari
Subaru, Saigon, Hiroshima, Fuji
Sayonara,
I been workin since Dwayne was on Carter 3rd
And when Ye and Jay gave a sermon, named watch the throne I observed it
Polished stone on the surface,
& Chevys (Yeah!)
Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!)
Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!)
Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!)
Snap
Yeah, they say I sound like Eminem
Mixed with 3
every day?
That's how you memorize rap lines to this day
And even though your father wasn't there
You had Jay nas, Pac, and Eminem
The play gettin'
y'all know?
We ain't finished till it's almost
You gotta deal with a broad that ain't even 5'4?
My live goal is to send three or four in the Tahoe
Jump up in the morning
Got a feeling that it's going my way
We're gonna make it on time
I gotta backstage pass that I stole from the dash
my work name
You know that you're in deep when fiends call you by your first name
First car was an '08 then the Merc' came
At least three or four
stomp your feet
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yukmouth pursue the Benjamins, the future like Timbaland
Eat shrooms like Eminem, pop X like Lil' Kim
Hot sex to gentlemans
nie pokonam ty możesz mi dać
Byłem za dobry dla wszystkich tych szmat
Siadam na schodach gdzie brat
Odpalam se 3 blant wydaje się ze to ta
Zaraz polecę
Handin my demos out at backstage doors
I'm through trying to be the next Dr. Dre
I'd rather just smoke this rock away
Phoney deals, contracts, labels
'cause I'm drunk as fuck
Backstage wit' a fuckin' slut, I think I want to fuck
Now I'm drivin' drunk in a fuckin' truck. I'm swervin' wit' my fingers up
by the G
Formula 1 the way she drivin' it, but I don't split the pie with it
I'm just servin' her the D, like a janitor with keys
Ain't no point in
Don’t get it fucked up yeah we straight
Tell your neighbor to take his
Hand out the collection plate
Or get struck down by the hand of God
Damn if I ain’t
Took me three night in bed to find out that she had a child
Shit is ridiculous, so instead I'ma sneak around
And hit up the seven digits of this bitches
Believe it you gonna lie
Believe it you gonna ride
By the words that we speak
You gonna live or die
Like it's time for the real ones to step it up
Like
way
If rap don't work I'ma go
Ape, kickin' in your way, Tryna get yo safe
Never do this shit yo way
Fuck what a hoe say blow out your brains
Hit by weed
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