Lyrics:
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
off me
Two years of my life were spent in a mental health
I'm a threat to society, then again to my fuckin' self
I'm losin' my fuckin' mind, my veins
Ever been on the block?
Red lights, cars stopped
Walk by hear the pop
Of a door lock opt
To look em in the eye and
You're shocked
Ignored by the guy
And put my ugly ass face on the album cover
With are & be top ten hits
And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!)
Fuck that, though, yo,
songs to the fuckin president
I been spendin my ASCAP, waitin out there brain-walkin
up with hit records on feet, in the fuckin rain
Through
all I do is chief
And facts are all I 'finna speak
Kai ain't got no filter, no
Cuz my brain it got a leak
I'm a freak! I'm a geek
Album only took
do not hot, box
When I be rapping and dropping them hits then I promise I'm leaving you jaw, dropped
Don't got a drop, top
I don't got a rock, watch
on the beat you know that I kill it
Serving up those hits but I ain't no Lleyton Hewitt
Pull up and you know I'm gonna make a new hit
Could make a two second
up on the hit up on the Apple
Makin' my way from a play down at Atwells
Trap by myself cause you niggas tattle tale
I got the juice mix it in Ginger
the phone?"
Knock on her door like go inside, nurse Williams sayin', "She ain't home"
Big fifty round tucked by my side, every time I ride, I'm clutchin'
at the same spot
What's my name?
[Chorus] (2x)
[Vocoder Box:]It's John Doe
[DJ Quik:] 4-5's spittin' up outta the
[Vocoder Box:]Four Door
[DJ Quik:] No
drop the top if you want to (‘member the name)
Let that cool breeze hit you (‘member the name)
Ha ha you can’t see me
Yo it’s hard to see me coz I move
time, but you guzzling down 'yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I'm just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being
Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money
I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
DA know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame
baggin two zip, smackin two crips with a black in my lips
Spittin facts out the ash of a wood tip
Coughin up 16 new hits, thrivin on a vibe only i can rip
one easier said than done
Gimme two by two and it starts to ring true
That we're preaching to the choir
Three by three none could forsee
The evil
Come and knock on my
Come and knock on my
Come and knock on my
Come and knock on my door
All I need is 2 bad bitches, a bottle of Remi ma
Mack
set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics
The chick's beef hits your ass up like diabetics
I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate
No
league
2018 now I’m scheming up a release
2019 and I reinvented myself
2020 I’m a put album up on the shelf
Break bread with the team and we sharing
[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Fuck these hoes, it's the re-do, you know how we do
Every Single Bitch y'all
From the Psycho Active album, by my nigga X
very long
Gotta a bitch in TSA who don't say shit when we get on
She always mind her business when them niggas hit the door
Call me 7/11 cuz im open 24
for sunlight and shorties
The road leads to glory
Like 30 for 30
Hit 30 by 30
Hit that in a hurry
JR these niggas is global
She hit my line for the tea
nothing, pass the stuffing
Listen up, I'll tell you something
I was fucking on your cousin
Watching Cheaper by the Dozen, ay
This shit is ephemeral
make an album that give the feeling that you've seen God
Damn, whew, how could you compare
Used to be so scared by DARE
Now I keep tab under the tongue
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