Lyrics:
neighbors done snitched on us (Again?)
Hey, this game juicy got me puffing loosies
Every two days interrogated by the police
See, this life I live cost
lose, why?
Because I'm him times two
Experience if I had your IQ
Err, look at his teeth
I think this nigga fights food permanent tan
He's as black as when
don't interrupt
Middle finga up on the ceiling
Somebody gon eff you up
Don't let the black tux fool ya cuz I am not the one
I come out the suit like
rights for a lil' bit fame
Get in bullshit fights for a lil' name
To get noticed by some niggas that don't give two fucks about you
Till you make 'em
mine
Doing alright Still getting by
Baked potato with butter chives and chicken thighs
No hooks on the end of this fishing line
God damn
Fucked in
(DougieTheDon)
Ain’t no subliminal
I was raised by a criminal
Felony warrants
Warrants respect
You never been in the low
Faze
Bullets keep comin
No graze
Three
finna tell my shit
Only day ones in my clique
Yeah I gotta watch my six
Bitch, I'm shining like the sun, haters pray that I eclipse
You can catch me with
where I .....
We was raised by fenes where I grew up @
Now these youngins sippin lean where...
No Moms & who you’re pops where I ...
Just a kid hearing
One nigga did the dirt, but the blames on the whole crew
I feel like O.J., and Rodney
A little mayo, but still don't be havin'
No happy days like
a mess/ they say racism is taught I’m sure they learned it back at their nest/ n I was the only black kid in the class I must confess/ n there was like 2
pride, only Hip Hop swallowing mine
Life's full of catfish, I never take the bait, hook, line, and sinker
When swimming with the great whites
Down on your
but my gang’s Smoking loud”
Mr. ”NO QUIRK imma take up the crown”
No you won’t make a sound
Bitch I might OD
Cause I love the violence
M P 2 Let it
and Moe’em
I turn the pressure pepperoni way to fly the stars is on me
Cartier eyes see yo Phony by my side bosses only Blu cheese macaroni blue strips
in the back seat
Bad as fuck, buckle up please baby we only ride free
Yeah look at me now, I'm singing hooks for the crowd
That gin and juice got
]
Ay yo, I happen to be, I happen to be the Young Dude
With the hook up like Black and Blue
My milky flow's cowin these hoes, I make moves
True smooth
the whole world after me
catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy
Mafiosa, murder one mind
black toaster, low composure
twin Glocks in 2 holsters
we mobb
endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-you-I-K
With no see still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and,
let the fools get some
But patience is a virtue but I ain't got none
So it never gets no better when these brothers start to rock the mic
you find yourself inside of a FEMA camp
Surrounded by traps and black flags separated by class and wealth look at you now!
Worried about what the fuck
at it fly By
Grew up two sides diverted division
A pakeha boy with Maori in him
Always had a feeling music was his only mission
Sat for hours and hours
blacks out
Day by day pushin me away others them a turn
others stayed tried to relate
to make me see I was wrong no its too late
back biting,street
i never chase girls
you I'd run a mile
Butterflies building up in my stomach now
Only if i knew this was the last time you'd come around
*hook
unless it's Goode
Charles Manson in black and blue
Getting slapped by a hand or two
From a catholic branded troupe
Antagonists, brash and rude
Got
Darkness, When I'm one with it. Black on and a gun with it
I am the monster in the room. Don't fuck with it
I am the God when you're a snooze
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