Lyrics:
from The End
I'll watch that body explode
If they retaliate I blast
I think about you won't find them bloody clothes
Kill 'em though
Don't you
be rappin', don't got shit to say
They lookin like clowns at the Cirque du Soleil
Tell em slow down, hit the brakes (Woo)
I'm tired of all of the fake
Stand tall on em
You already know
We gonna ball on em
Leave hater mouth wide
When I ride by on em
Take it on the chin
How they use to look down him
Asalamalakim but I'm not afraid to shut em down and make em
Kinda Want to try escaping out I hunt em by the day
So now what's up? You got to pray somehow your
flauntin'
Cause what you don't know is I'm
A baller on a budget (And I)
Fresh dressed like a million bucks (And I)
I hold it down, they know what's up
and donut marks, she was the Shōgun
Ha, all facts... Magic touch like Diddy
This bitch throw her own sideshows in South City
Buck 11 down Geneva when she dash
'em
Break down every system but still be growin'
So sick that they might need some Ibuprofen
Off the deep end
Bars with the depths of oceans
Sub-zero
'em, in your system
Trip them wings, you aint' fly
Bucks I slug you're hot
Them suckers trash, they out of the time
Middle finger to the sky, win em
controlling me hard as it gets
Watch your mouth cause I'm bout to get pissed
Close your mouth cause it's making me sick
By myself I ain't into the clique
By
Yo
This song goes out
To all the homeless people
And to all the people who look down on the homeless
When they walk by and act like they don't even
Uh, Yea
Aye turn me down in the headphones, my voice
Yea
Ocho Cinco
Ocho Cero Tres
Yea
My philosophy mind
Filled with lots of these rhymes
Tired
fucks DM's as a means to an end
Need to pretend they special til I don't need'em again, getting blown off by peons
Whose talent my worst track would pee
Not givin a fuck
Geah, I know you hate it
Gang affiliated
For niggas trippin, they wanna hang
Punk bitches talk shit, I'm down to bang-bang
The thugs
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the Devil nd Lord while I'm down Here
Im a need your help
But When I go to heaven
Put some killas in my section im like
Don't get deep in emotions so you can
, for yellin'
(Smellin')
I kill 'em and hop in the smug
Start bailin' back on the strip by twelve
Might as well, set up shop 'til them coppers come up
to the city side
Uh that's the tricky side where they
Let the blicky fly up
Opps around me tryna get me t-t-t-t-tied up
Ain't no t-t turnin' down 'cause
The boy
their ears, I got a perfect licking mind
Bout to slide by their crib, point it out and put you down
Take what you want, tie they ass up
Just don't, get,
to break down the whole thang
My nigga B.G. know Buck been a birdman
It's got to be in ya blood to be a thug
If I ain't makin' enough I'ma jack my plug
be singin that old blues song
(Yo, you gotta buck em, or else you're soft)
Some I knew thought the same, now they're way up North
You ain't soft, cause
Gone be up's gone be down's believe Me (Believe Me)
Life is short you don't want no Regrets (Naww)
Give em flowers while they here
And I know that it
Straight up
We gone show 'em up
We up
Yeah I'm bringing in the big bucks
I done got it made
They desperate for something that they can dig up
Out of my past
the cage)
Bitch I'm 'bout to take it to the bank
Make 'em crack the safe
Goin' all in, eastside and takin' no short
Makin' money stack while you cryin' court
Sleep in late,
Eat breakfast from a bowl,
I just can’t wait to go run on down the road,
Today’s gonna be a good one,
With them right there by my
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