Lyrics:
Taking out the target, ain't no collateral damages
I think by now if you don't like me then you never will
Sleeping through this fire like it's Benadryl
with the pot belly, Rob Kelley, woah
You think that the diss at your king
Is the wise thing to do while I'm feeding you?
I'ma keep calling you fat
a chicken on the stove
'Bout to whip it like a sissy
What y'all know, 'bout this here
Cocaine always proper at the same time that the pots appear
no pawn, you move like a queen
Attractive by law, don't care what your friends think
They love to talk shit, yeah, their breath stink
Most of them
tucking they jewels
'Cause they knowing we hold heat
Co-signed by the OGs
Computer nerds and parolees
They all know me
They all know I earned all
killers missin' a pot to piss in
His palms itchin' with dreams of executin' his vision
On a mission, watch as he grips his Glock with conviction
Can you
a mexican, took X again
want sex again
Jot it down, it was told to me
by that boy, A.K.A. The P-O-E
[Hook] - 4X
[Verse Two]
Deep in ya brain, the nigga you
and burn, so when I woke up by the fire hydrant
I would have to learn I gotta stop! or I would die in violence
But my environments left me with the vicious
is worse than wasting money
Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly
Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me
And we went from homeless and hungry
of twats
That light up by smoking pot
Was no cops, as long as I delivered it hops
(Chorus x 2)
Drug music
Brand new Necro, exclusive
Pick up brutality part
I met this blond girl that was half my age
Grabbed her by the arm when I walked off stage
She was so pretty she just couldn't be a whore
She
And them niggas on the corner every morning gettin' money,
Yes sir, and those who died by the gun,
And now they dead and gone,
I'm doin' this one for
cigarette,
I left your card in the bed,
I maybe be drunk but so what,
I'm still hot
I'm crazy, I'm off the wall
I never check, never call,
I got you by
Well there's life and there's fate
And dreams are dying that's hard to take
And blames to be avoided by the wise
And there's love and there's hate
of your neck this way
You did some things that you forgot
Drinking wine and smoking pot
You tried to be someone you are not
Now the morning sweeps you up
Habitual behavior
With no foreseeable end
Pot in the pocket
Given by a friend
Prohibited substance
In different states
While crossing
a fan of me
Looking at me crazy was pure insanity
Ten hours go by not panicking
I just sat there still like a mannequin
I was laughing they kept
your pot of gold is fool's gold
And you're the only fool left around?
What are you supposed to do
When the one you're counting on
Turns out she
empty out and my body froze
Once upon a plane I read the secret through
and once I made the pot guy lamb kabobs
God knows we are deeply trying to get by
that's Overseas
I have no limit like master P
Wit the dance moves yea i Feel like Z
I might pull up at first Colony
Drop the top i wanna all to See
All by
shit that you bitches could never
Who cares if you're bad 'cause I'm smart and I'm clever
Act nice just to get by
Deep down I hate you guys
You guys
thought
By the end of the night, you'll be picking up your jaw
Plants, not ten or twenty
Run up in the crop gaff with eggs Benny (agh)
Man's 'ead got
Locking his gate to keep the bugs at bay
There's Owl, reading the book by the door
Quietly starting to snore the night away
Tigger bounces his last
let da gucci loafers an da polo sweater make ya think I'm boogiey 'cause you kno better
(chourus)
I'm southern by blood not realtion you got a problem
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