Lyrics:
You're kicked out of the Family name
When you say Shipon, you're not
By my religious authority, as a Commandment follower
I've stricken your name from
no vacay, the props become a problem when it's hot, mayday mayday
But no charge, I'm nutty with the bars that's a payday
So bruh, this ain't even
do perc's or get Xani'd up
But I keep the smoke
Some people broke, they money funny
Don't repeat the joke
Watch how you speak to folk
Stay on ya toes
layin' where your shoelace is at
Go do what your momma told you
And don't be actin' like a punk, thinkin' you're a soldier
I see you got yourself
Uno, dos, tres, mwah
I saw your face in the mirror
I see you around when I’m not with you
It couldn’t get any clearer
When you’re not around don’t
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
I came in
We eatin' lobster and steak from Top Ramen
Oodles and noodles, when you're hungry them killers'll do you
And when you're gettin' to that
when im coming in these DayZ
Screwin up ugly Ur ugly wife Fuckin day by day
I just want to touch you never heard no fuckin name
J Style be the one with
gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (a-flick-a my Bic, even!)
If you ain't gonna get it on
Take your dead ass home (I'd love to play in your tidy
that you're fake
You keep asking, I just tell you
I don't want friends anyways
It's alright when I pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the black parade"
They say "they never really miss you
Til you dead or you gone"
So on that note, I
he do that?)
When I was in first grade, I wished to be Puerto Rican
My mom took me to a barbershop to get some cornrows
I walked in, ready for them
day?
Every day. Mayday Parade.
But what’s that rattling in your pocket?
A button, a baggie, a pick and a little change.
Do you really feel that a drug
it's okay
Man, I was dead, now you're there
I don't know who you are but I can do no less
Never asked for help, you came by yourself
You took my head, I
Call me Gucci Mane when I'm on the stage with you
But call me Jessie James when I hold this damn pistol
You can call me Gucci gu-ap when I do a song
Don't be too scared to make your voices heard
I won't agree to do it when demands are blurred
They will drop you in at the drop of a hat
Stand up now
the whole gang do (do)
Still clutching on a glass of that proof (proof)
Still the only thing to get me through (through)
Still bothered by the things I can't
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
an American nightmare.
I'd rather be dead.
Don't rain on my parade, it's gonna glow in the dark.
I like it better when you can't keep warm.
Don't ruin
Am I gonna live till next week?
Will I get shot by a dope fiend,
Tryin to get high, tryin to steal my ring
I really can't say, cause I don't know
handle it when someone bites back and stands up to that
In a land full of sheep owned by the pigs in the lead and ruled by wolves tell me what you're
That you're talking about?
The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist
But won't do the research on hip-hop history
Or the one where you disrespect,
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
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