Lyrics:
was fans when I met 'em
Just waitin' in the wind for niggas
To come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have
Some fun wit' 'em
Spank 'em all around so
debts
Lord this is just how I confess on the Track to the pain that I met
I need to stop trading seconds of Pleasure for what you have planned I Must
we not acting
Don't get it twisted for the role they casting
Boy turned MISFIT
Radical son Call me Bart Simpson
And if you doubt for
Oh Jah! Please shine your light on ma heart and mek yuh boy do better
I vow to spread love not war and bring your people together
Confessions
the bomb and I’m 'bout to fucking set it off (bam)
Said I’m bout to kill ‘em all, boy you better not
I’m just getting what I’m owed it’s time to settle costs
I thought we were just having fun
You played me like fool, now you're gone
You shot me seven times with that gun
Look into my eyes, you can see I'm so
not longing for vengeance because I ain't Batman
I'm just having fun is you opposed
I don't do prose, all of you know
They haters until they come to see
exact
Hanson street off of Webber had to gone state the facts (boy)
Matter fact, watch me blow by
Sittin in a fly ride , tinted up so high
N**** yea I'm
Can't wait to go to heaven saved since I was seven
Doing what Jesus would do, not what everyone does
I'm sanctified and I'm still have fun
'cause I'm
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
with Xtendo, I do this, yeah Not for pretend tho yea aye
R.S.K. Let it play, boy
If you knock on wood, do that once Cause you know I would
Then I'll do
to open up more
Yeah, trigger fingers turn to twitter fingers
Yeah, you gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga
I'm not the type of nigga that'll type
sweats, tryna get money, not dress to impress
She mistaken me for a broke boy, but look at my bank account she'll second guess
She is a materialistic beast,
friends turned fiends for a drug
I just smoke when I'm thinking too much
All on my brain
No breaks there's too much to attain
I showed up for the bread not
the second
So why do I just never get a mention?
Like I'm not getting better by the second
So why do I just never get a mention?
Cause I'm already better by
ice just a Jesus Piece I ain't drippin'
And I ain't trippin' to be specific my life terrific
Fit your apartment in my kitchen boy I brag different
Went
just checkin' the mail, get it? Checkin' the male?"
How many records you expecting to sell
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
Come on,
just checkin' the mail, get it? Checkin' the male?"
How many records you expecting to sell
After your second LP sends you directly to jail?
Come on,
Niggas ain't allowed
In section while I'm flexing
Popping bottles acting reckless
Y'all just
Stop jocking me
You could never copy me
Boy for a Quarter P
a ghetto nigga's lullabye
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
a yacht would make me feel special an that
Whatever you got I want treble an that
I'm a white boy with the freckles an that
An I just want some bezels
was awkward you see
If I could I would have said that I do not watch the team
I just like the retro look
I probably seem like a jerk
I'm so real they
that door I'm gonna fill him plumb full of lead."
The sheriff kicked down that old farmhouse door, but old John's gun would not shoot
Johnny just
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