Lyrics:
ain't no truth that I'm speaking
Reality reeks in the booth no secrets
No shame in my game take it or leave it
Hate it or love it however you're feeling
ain't no truth that I'm speaking
Reality reeks in the booth no secret
No shame in my game take it or leave it
Hate it or love it however you're feeling
Money on mind, shit on my heart. World on my shoulders unlimited thoughts. Nuts with the rhymes, lyrics are sharp. One of a kind, this shit is art.
to slicing emcees with the
Ginzu now
I'm a black let me know
When this get you proud
Cause I be talking to my God but
Fridge too loud
So I karate kick
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I
nigga living
You can tell when I speak
(Amen) I'ma blessing
Kneel in pray for this beast
N I play the game well
Nigga I dont need a sub
N we aint tining
Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass
Cause I’ had to take Action
Foot on the G.A.S
Watch me shoot rite Pass’ EM.
I’m the Type to go and get It
You know that’s by any
smokin' up on some cess
I took out Telletubbies 'cause they got too much fame
Now Tinky Winky refs at all the CFG basketball games
Sayin' I love you,
(Grouch)
Every man's blood boils
When turmoil or life foils his plans
I've soiled my hands puttin' work in
Tryna keep from hurtin', cause fools
Hoe, this the groovy life. (groovy life)
Fuck ‘em by two tonight. (two tonight)
I got the hoes,
Like I’m Dolemite (Dolemite, Dolemite)
It’s gon’ be
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game
clear now
Who left us with the liquor and the bill
They left us to be alone
Man that's real
2xJust so we clear now
[Verse1 Da Grouch]
Is you into
the Armageddon when the smoke settle
His body next to this instrumental, I'm sayin'
I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it
I
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
is
I slid by just to see you
You one of my favorite people
Favors returned you dont know what this means to
Me, but one day I'll see to it
Three missed
Harder than that to hold your tongue when you speak
One "fuck you" and you might get beat
One "What's your sign?" and your game turned weak
Names get
Ill be quick spo man
This from the top right
Aint a enemy matchin my energy
I killed em off
Residue from a 38 splesh
Covers da palms I
Rinsed it off
my mind been eleven
If 12 want a lesson big bro get to stepping
Fuckin up the game, Wreck-It Ralph but I reckon
Pandora, Pandora, Pandora
Pan, Pan
Hey, listen, know who you could be if I gave you this little hat and this bag to go over your shoulder?]
[Anything Muppet #1: I could be a laundry
take a timeout
This shit ain't for clout, man fuck I'm talking bout?
Almost lost myself fell asleep on the couch
Been feeling like a grouch, pain in my
came upon this dirty street.
I've never seen a stranger crowd;
Slubberdegullions on squeaky feet,
Continually pacing,
With nonchalant embracing,
on a grass hurst
End of verse
[Chorus x2]
No shame
Welcome to the dope game
This is were we don't play
Leave your boys with no brains
Whoridas
I remember
(Move)
My bitch on your ass, Kim K (Yeah)
No disrespect (Nah)
The nigga be tripping, but we love Ye (He tripping)
Swapping our cars with my bitch
I
terms it
As a handicap match because many can't catch
How he's handing back slaps while strapping a backpack
This is for the books so I call it the body
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