Lyrics:
and dad punished me and locked me in my room
I wonder if they are my true parents”
[Storyteller]
Well I dropped by a little town
Thank you for your kind
underneath your plane
Fueled by fire you a cool catch phrase
We're not one and we're not the same
Reputations on a paper stage
I got this song and I got it
trip by the 'jects
Look at me wrong, boy, get you stretched
I'm 'bout that foolishness, VL ruthless, huh (yeah)
Got no feeling for a fuck nigga
Am in
Hella new fucking kid
You know what it is ah!
I just flex within my limits nigga
Thou on the wrist
Catch me swerving (Skrt skrt )
what all this hate is about
It's the kid from 3s, whipping in a BM
Tom Ford shades on, I cannot see them
Instagram hurting they heart, they wanna be him
Me and my faction
Don’t like asking questions
Strictly blunt sessions
Speakin on the dead man
You must have a death wish
I kill you with these bars
control
So we waited
I put on a show
Now I make it
You say I'm a kid
My ego is big
I don't give a s***
And it goes like this
Take me by the tongue
And I'll
swear to kid, man, don't think I can lose
I need you to chill and wait for me
Patiently, saving me, you can't do
Man, I'm going off in this bitch
And you
Pictures so clear
I'm a visionary
But its kinda scary
The way that you be breaking it down
Are you pussy or you rat
Niggas tom and jerry
I got the toons in
take the stairs when I go up Elevator stuck they caught cuttin corners
I couldn't kid you
You know I adore ya
I'm writing letters got me feel like
you were the real smart-asses
We run shit and punch kids
In their plump tummies somebody is always on the run from me
The abott got detention, Jay's
bitches I got em you cant fuck with me
You see this drip my nigga you cant fuck with me
Im in a class by myself you cant fuck with me
Who you nigga you cant
get a message saying that you wasn't well
You had some kind of lump on your neck
Could I meet her at the hospital just to check?
Here's where shit got
eight had to be baking soda by itself
So papi fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a bookbag and a stolen jag I just grabbed
[Intro]
Mane I be really coolin, (Zyeq)
Mmm
Yeah, mmm
cye, yeah
[Chorus]
Mane, I don't really care about, what you' got goin'
You a ho', I be by
here it is, brothers
If you gon' have babies, you need to father them muthafuckas
Cause if you don't in due time
Your kids'll speak about
to hate, the leader of all apes
Tarzan working hard, you hardly working mary jane ay
For the Gang I like this shit Im bout to get blues
I got to dream 18
Most of these niggas just hate on the kid
I just really be talking my shit
Most of these niggas be acting
They see me with gang and I bet you they
Fuck a Phillie
Five got the Dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell
Check my dialect from my diaphragm
You got your nine by your waistline (and)
Me
you black, whether you white
I don't give a fuck nigga show me something real
Niggas out here dropping for no reason
Getting worser by the season tryna
Shake that ass for me bitch like you got no spine
Shorty got a fat ass and she so fine
Put that pussy on my dick do the slow wine
She said I like it
Yuh
("Oh my god is that Kid Phang")
Five finger magic, got a new Patek
Looking erratic boy, sounding just like static
Feeling erratic, Kid Phang is
ain’t yo’ dick
And I know it’s dope
Got her begging for a fix
Aye, fuckin’ with a youngin’
Cause a nigga really lit
And I do it all by 6
Because that’s
you not even here?"
Well, out there there ain't nothing for me
And I think I need to come home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it got
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