Lyrics:
What's in the recipe of an identity?
How do we get to be here?
Am I a maniac? Am I a braniac?
And will it ever be clear?
I've been sticking my
to these enviroments we were never surprised
Just constantly medicated sedated from hard times
Since a young'n I knew that this clock's ticking, never let
my hair out, hoping I don't get picked
cll this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick
Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich
'Cause n
ring in sight
How do you cast those plot holes that
Are way bigger on the inside?
So take your cafuffals you solve with loving
Hugs and macguffins
buddy running in your shit (yeah)
Thirteen with a clip (Ha)
By fourteen he got flipped (Damn)
If you lookin' for me, bitch, I'm on the set
(Set) probably
mit
Den Kokain-Steinen flipp'
Ich hab 'ne GmBH, du bist ein Gay im BH
Es ist nichts für mich
Einen Mercedes zu fahren
Und ich mache einen Drive-By
Smith n Wesson, I carry this bitch like luggage
If rap don't work I'm goin' back to being the biggest bowl toucher nigga
The biggest spot rusher
But I
To the people who saw me do the ordeal with me
I would’ve tapped into the realm of that which killed Whitney.
I would have tapped into the realm of that which
up so i ain't worried about u catching me Was tought don't 2 talk about shit so i ain't worried about a snitch Now i can do like my big homies use 2 do
incorrect for the hell of it/
what you thought bitch I was celibate/
When we back in the club we packin' the club to the rim/
girls do anything to get in/
ma tchoin
De la weed et des pills, du shit et de la coke
J'suis dans le bloc avec chich', mon biff et mon Glock
Vive les filles de ma ville, nique
PWITS (never)
T-T, not remits, glide with heart, man do it and mean it (I do)
Step for the K like nizz, bro jacked her son, MJ then Jean'd it (ching!)
ever loved anybody
Loved anything, loved anyone
Than you'll feel me.
[Chorus]
Your baby got a hole in it
I fill it up
She get turned on by all my
Moms askin me one thing
but another's just a problem
I'm ?? freakin goblin, you do it to the knob'n
when you slob oh then it's cool
I've never been hurt
to
But I just wanna be the nigga
You rub your shit to
You work out with, you get fit to
I ain't chasin nothin
I get everything I meant to
She make me feel
favorite dish
You can beef with Israel and not be anti Semitic
Don't buy beef from Israel ‘cause you paying to kill them kids
So if you rockin' this shit go
by the look in his eye.
Don't hand me jack, try to call it cool.
I know the difference 'tween shit an' shiner.
I was born in the sweet Florida
day I met her, the bitch was too shy
But she say she gon' do it this time
Niggas be letting the pain hit 'em
And they end up losing their mind
Me 'n
like shoes and expensive presents
Make your move, don't second guess it (yeah, yeah)
By the way, I wear a size seven
And you can bet this pussy tastes
without time to waste, I do my thang
(In yo face)
Can't get my size
Lose by ten, swallow up yo pride
We always win close games
Penetration ain't
can't rely on Eli
12 get the A when they see I
And they know just what we do, still tryna end true real nigga
Try and cop a feel and send 'em
pitch this perfect penmanship, I'm picked by those to win this shit
No need to play or pencil in, don't you pick up a pen again
I'm pickin' off all
without time to waste, I do my thang
(In yo face)
Can't get my size
Lose by ten, swallow up yo pride
We always win close games
Penetration ain't
there done that, can't lose fuck that
Fall off bounce back, fake niggaz hate that
I know they do, whatever happens gotta stay true
Be real with a nigga be
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