Lyrics:
easily
Tell all my haters suck a dick and wait up
Skinny nigga gotta get my weight up
And no wonder why you is lonely you always
Get your bitches taken
prolly why they envy me
I been the man since ABCs
D-M-A-D but I’m VIP
I’mma let this shit rock like PnB
Let the bass boom like TNT
Way too fly, got
us
It must be all them xans huh
Bitch this shit getting easier by the day
Hear me slippin through the cracks, got a thing for this 808
One hell
Cos I don't wanna die
Livin someone else's life
Fly by the lies and all the times
They told you not to try
Truth lies on the fire you feelin on inside
to the sin flow
You can not have the Lord's folk
We will not budge that's ten toes
Down pose
You elevate the killer by giving a platform
Entertain the people
worry cuz I know that you the middle man
Ima swirl you no McFlurry talking bout a man-to-man
This shit is simple like its ABC
Got a bad bitch with me
at the done ups
Try stand by me in the club like they sum up
But I only roll with my lizzy, never cuff up
They have to show love to me
So they can grow with me
don't make sense
You miss the opportunity by not taking steps
Just hop off the fence
Go grab yourself a pen
Been writing since I was 13 that's my big flex
up, and realize,
this muthafuckin album (why my homies got to die) is dedicated to all the
niggaz that got a second chance on life, and that's
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
y'all to hear me
Not the only one, we all get weary
Cept for the purest soul I've ever known once owned by Benny Tassinari
Benny Taz possess the kinda
Brodie, keep counting, we gon never stop
Banger after banger, y’all ain’t ready for the album drop
Hard times hadda Nigga praying, Lord pave the way
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
album
I'm not here you know why
Tell ya so mi say
Too many suffering too many tears
To see a youth die and mi know him for years
When me look around
wishing on my downfall
This for y'all man from the bottom of my heart
I sincerely mean this s
Man go f y'all selves
Y'all ain't hear what I said?
I didn't
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
Life in the fast lane, catch me riding by
Livin' how I wanna and I make em wonder why
They don't understand how I be talkin to the sky
Triple Threes
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand nothing was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever,
I took the risk so they can't say I never tried
Put in work stood by my word they can't say I ever lied
Fire burning all inside you can see it in my
It's the return, East Atlanta, Santa!
Off the wall, off the chain
Off the top, I'm off the leash
So many freaks coming by the spot
Had to move,
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
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