Lyrics:
"the finisher"
Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple
Slick with words don't hate me, son
What you eat don't make me shit
And who you fuck don't
buying bots
So tell me who hot tell me who not
Must be Snow cause now mfs spinning the block
They call me Smoothkilla Snow bitch you know how I rock
By
with Rugers in Vancouver when it's Grizzly (woo)
In a Portland Trailblazer if your ass don't hit me
You get shot in your Cavs in Cleveland, start
got snacks
44 packs
Chili cheese Fritos
Black beans by the bags
San P
Vitimin C
I’m a survivor
Call me destiny
And like a child
Well I been acting
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
Descent
The good exist only thanks to bad
But I had, to heal my wounds, by myself to stop bleeding
So I became, the result, of what they have done to me
through this tracklist
Sorry for those that's been asking
"Why has the album been absent?"
Hope I don't lose none of you, but if do, rather few than
pony, homie
I don’t mean to brag, but
My dick game similar to Mexican boxers
Constant pressure to the pussy, or cross me as a goner
I’m a monster, attack
Or did your mixtape just rewind?
It's deja vu, another 'how are you?', human condition got me in its grind
And I was saved by the sexiest land,
Well, there was this movie I seen one time
About a man riding 'cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying
to do
I'm in the wasteland
The gangs are doin' drive-by's in L.A.
Quinn is drillin' ink and we're gettin' laid
Your shotgun cops are goin' to hell
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
at the pinnacle
Why you think I'm so cynical
Pac said trust nobody
They observin' me like I'm clinical
Cross my eyes
To my surprise
I could finally see
Frequencies
Pressing on
No telling what's
Ahead of me
This shit will be the
Death of me
I'm telling you
It better be
I don't wanna outlive
My penchant for
a comment if we need to speak
All you niggas who did less for me, tryna get next to me
I don't trust you niggas with no money but got expertise
Level up
back to high school when my sister was a teen and me squatting in that 442 was dream
Ridin' Martin Luther King on 38th with cousin Dominique
By any means
Tryna be differents not different yuh
Just wanna fill my wishes yuh
Cross the atlantic-pacific yuh
Not tryna get too specific
Don't care what I start Ima
for me
I'm gonna look through every town
Until I track you down
You're still the one for me
I'll leave no stone unturned
Gonna cross that bridge I
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
normal off of drugs
I just don't get it
And then I saw John Cale
he's been looking really great
He's been coming by the office to exercise with me
And believe me you don't want part of that
You don't want none of this Mayhem Click
And we're out
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
Look
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
you they're the shit
And they'll prove it in a bit
Hold up let me take a hit
Fore I throw a fucking fit
I'll take the whole world by myself
Not short I
Them niggas went AWOL, so I switched sides
Can't see me like a lazy, not a goon
You're just a lazy guy
Don't make me prove to your boo, who ain't shit
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