Lyrics:
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
They wanna show me where I should be by now, I tell "I get it in my own time"
(The Lord's time)
In my own time
Oh my
I'm better than I thought I'd be
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
underrated, on this album
I'ma show the world
Stay on my pivot, be realistic
I paint this picture so vivid
I might blow the world
My baby mama tellin' me she
a death they wanted me to die from
The outcome is coming out
To show what they about
Too much clout can only result in too much doubt
I don't give
that we all know
We're the bait in a horror show
Yeah, we are all alone
In a horror show
Banish me and mine to outer space
I'd shoot them in a second
to see me by myself
But I get to the show and rhyme over myself
A couple dudes get to rappin' too
And they're sayin' my words, just displaying
on board
Like newscasters I have to make my report
I don't mind if you take it by force
But please show some compassion of course or
These are things you
Didn't lose my soul I gave it up by choice
Now you all can hear the devil in my voice
So seductive i make j cole's girl moist
Now getting girls at my shows
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
Can’t show love
[Album Designed, Written
They count us out we been waiting
It's time to go
Rise up now part of the show
And you already know
Without hesitation
Love for this game
Straight
the show then I'll be raising a glass
Yeah, I told him that it might not be so bad, till I hit it all I know the past is the past
Been through all the tests
the car shows
Broads everywhere
New paper freakin' me off, my workout's mean
Spending hours in the 'cuzzi
Clicking channels on the screen
Miss Chin, full
it
In the club I'm not lookin' for love, ya not see it
Gimme the mic and I'll show you whassup, better believe it
I'm not at the bar, whatever
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
the do', I start actin' so republic
I had a set, they actin' like I had a brick or more
So you got snitched on by the carni-whore
Show-Off or show ass what
[ea-ski]
Its kinda funny niggaz running up
Trying to show me much love
Cause a motherfucker just dropped an album
Now they wanna kiss ass
But hold up
Fuck, alright let's go
Imma shake the plays off, just to build a zeitgeist
Imma make this song rough, just to show I spite you
Imma shape the album just
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