Lyrics:
Money
We crash and burning like test dummies
Hungry
Might crack a smile but ain't shit funny
My nigga
Problems been coming in fast
Money been coming
Yea I'm havin but still ain't enough
I'm like crack shawty can't get enough
Hit her once now I got her stuck
Why niggas try to act tuff
Try ya luck I'm
never slip through the cracks
I'm a damn sensation
And this shit'll make your epidermis turn blue
Yeah, that boy right here is that cool
And he's here
deception
Evidence sprinkled
By colors of perception
I'm getting stuck in the urgency
But it's not really reality
It's the conceptions we build to be
I will
haunted, haunted by your love
(Now I'm haunted)
I'm haunted, haunted by your love
No indication of leaving
No explanation or reason
You left me here
Was watching you when you was paving the ground
I copied your cadence
I mirrored your style
I studied the greats
I'm the greatest right now
Fuck if
to sell crack to put clothes your back
Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what
Sometimes I get overwhelmed
I can't do this by myself
Yeah I'm left here with no help
I wish I could change up the cards I've been dealt
Sometimes I
left for me to bury mine
And all the muddied implications
Implemented on this epitaph
Are fading into blurry light
Blind as i'm binding all the hate
That
the doe I need another one just like it
New real estate by the lake I need another one just like it
Flexin like I just left the gym there will never be
felons, gun stealers
And dope dealers
And I’m from where coke is captain
And you can buy whole in the back
Of your block, in a napkin
By themselves,
people that walked out your life its okay
It's okay if they get left if they intentions isn't right
I be bitchin' when the police pull up on me light
with a cold hearted feeling but it's good and I'm hoping that you proud of
Me
When you left me to my soul right with your white fold on that niggas why
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
one out to all the funky inspirations
Pretty Purdie on the drums with the beat relations
Well, I'm working on rhymes, they're coming line by line
ever since ya guy left you alone
Girl, I'm comin' for you
'Cause you're down n' out
Ya need a hero- I just happened to be around
Ain't no superman, but
They know I'm the murder man
Don't come around, nigga you frowned
Fuck around? It's gon' go down
Equip that shit, it ain't a sound
Left nine bodies
balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
Don’t know if loving you is wrong
Or loving you is right
I was in my feelings tryna overcome the mission, so then I just took a left
And then I made
but this shit light now
Now i do whatever i like now (i like)
It's safe to say that a nigga right now
I'm good with the left and the right now (im
to let the demon shout ‘bout my dirty little schemes, that the wettest of my dreams are you...nothing’s right, nothing’s right. Over and over I’m feeling
The man with the plan and the man demands you
Leave the smack and the crack for the wack
Or the vile and the nine; keep a smile like that
Leave the knife
what's left when they walk away
I'm the ebony coffin, satin lining
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
Pale thin lips in the back room dying
I'm
veins you know that we cool
Til I'm maxing and relaxing somewhere by the pool huh
I'm just out here doin me
I ain't worried bout you
Talkin all that
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