Lyrics:
I ain't too impressed
And so I'm
Back by popular demand (popular demand)
Niggas plotting on on my mans
We gon' drop 'em where he stand (we gon'
(2 Chainz)
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Money on my mind, you should think the same
J's on, pinky ring, dogging these hoes, I need
éteint
Bedo aidant
La machine est down
Cette dope rend la ville étrange
Il faut prendre la dilettante
Respirer l'air
Pur 2 secondes, juste 2 secondes puis
make assumptions on your whole life, like they know ya
First off I was born in October
10/20/1992, Black mother gave birth to a soldier
In a jacked world
Checkamusic!!
And i’m lookin I’m like Oooh!! My DawG!! Walked up,
He was like “yo man when that new ish coming out
Man??”
(Vs 2)
1992 was the blessed
a million-and-two seller
Hey, will you take off that hat? You look like George Washington!
I'll throw you across the river.
You'll throw me across? The what?
make em holla until he feels pain
Gimme your sneakers, money, clothes, rings
And your fuckin' chains
Cuz II I never could have shit
Who'd ever think I
All dem try kill me in my ends
I bought another Benz, mi nah guh stress
Feelin' like it's '99 again
This time we're highly blessed, highly blessed
Cause my brain is cursed, by voodoo wizards.
My skin turns blue and I start to shake.
My tongue comes out like a snake. Pffffffff!
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
and a rapper in your speakers
Got a bitch, her name is AK and for change yes I will squeeze her
Protected by the key so I outlast
I'm Tupac, Andre, Outlaw,
the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I
'm not trying to intrude
I'm rocking to
Ready to Die by Biggie
But I was only born in the year of 2002 - 2
What does it cost to be me?
What it does it cost
by
Because your messin' with my Bad Side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior
1.senghek a l'9lb inu sengh izd atrs.
2.a guik ifl walli mu numz afus.
3.guigh zud a tassa walli yuddr ifis.
4.injmd ura sul ittamn gh yiwis.
5.zund
I come from outer space another place and time
I spit in the authorities face who debase my shine
I was raised by grime, trained by streets and grind
for us, don't pass us no square smoke
Don't stare bro, Snapchat or IG
High-key, be low-key, don't come with yo' posse
Be dolo or plus one if we-
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Because it's Your real name, that's why You came and found me
You left the 99, to Save just one
Because You're the real thing, that's why You came and found
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
O.M.B., my brother, bring on the bass
There's dollars to be made and posses to waste
Pass by the hood to pick up the gat
Stop by the studio for the new
sheets
Like black sheep I've got two words for those who slept
(nya, Nya nya nyoooo respect)
You thought it was safe, well guess what (what?)
Boys then
I'm saying, we got new artist
Boogieman new album coming out (boogieman, rah)
Another album by Lil Wyte, you know what I'm sayin' (Lil Wyte new album)
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
this tight
Tell me who flipped the sample
As I'm just chillin' listenin' to Camp Lo
Take a bizarre ride to The Pharcyde
Can't be passin' me by, I got
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