Lyrics:
sirvive, no way you could stay alive
FUCK YOU PUNK BITCH, listen to this last blast(gunshot)
Wrap you in a sheet cause I can't supply yo bodybag
??? and jay
ass niggaz running back cant fuck with Eazy"
"Word'em up"several times
Another murder I comitted made front page a nigga dead from a drive by
did with
businesses then I'ma floss my wrist
Been betrayed about 100 times by a couple niggas
Kept forgiving that's my problem shit they was thuggin with me
I was
lookin around, nigga
-reminiscin on what?
-bout how shit done changed, dawg
-all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, this shit
shop
Amazon Prime
There's a fine line
Before you reach insanity
I was going crazy
Contemplating buying 3 4's
Listening to Jay-Z
Thinking bout Devante
(Eh, eh, ne, more)
Big drip, na sobě Gucci, Nike a Armani (Pew, pew, pew, všechno legit)
Big drip, libry, koruny, eura, dolary (Čávo)
Big drip, já jdu z
vous
Et pendant cinq minutes de totale frénésie musicale
Ladies and gentlemen!
Back by popular demand
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Le côté obscur présente,
neck
You’re taking my light away
I’m so tired
I’m so tired
...I’m so tired
X2
[Z!EE]
You can’t change a system that’s broken,
Organize that be
over, did me dirty
I told Beyonce stop trying to give me Jay-Z's birdy
I know you purdy, but go get me a ice-cold Pepsi
Then get your ass in this hot tub
now when you touch down we outta town
????Smoke 2 blunts I’m boolin now we smoking dead opps what’s that sound
????I’m only smoking if it’s loud that
low mayne
Lo mein or face this capital punishment
But y'all gon' fertilizer
Guess Ras Kass running shit
Plus doubt y'all thuggish men
Really own 2
the bars are too sketchy
And still My rhymes fine to get two Emmy's
It's MJ to the Double E to the Z Y
An animal. A menace to society. Yes I'll
Bang you up
the bell
A rockin' on the mike while the fly girls yell
In ecstasy in the back of me
Well that's my DJ Deshay cuttin' all them Z's
Hittin' hard
(*singing*)
[Hook: Shyna - 2x]
I'm writing, a letter
I'm writing, writing a letter to my loved ones
[Trae]
Dear Dinkie, more it what happened
The fuck I be livin'
Backstab, short sword
Hit my line if you want more
Z my X, tell me, why's that?
Three my chest, that's the price tag
I got new guap
for no groupie hoe
Ice on Johnny dang, flawless diamonds hitting this shit for to show
Gucci store, was bout to by some drip but I cash out on dope
Fuck
Notorious N I Z Z Z you trash ass rappers are putting me to sleep
I'm dead, I'm Flinstone, I'm Fred
I'm Donald Trump, I'm Red
You know I'm gettin' mad
Nah I'm
What's up 3rd Coast, this that boy Southside
Putting it down, with them SLAB soldiers
AB, Lil B, Jay'Ton what it do
Moving slow up the block,
passion for the art normal people would call insane
Big swing duck tape toe tagz dead weight
2 on da porch 1 more in the crawl space with no face
Looking
[Verse Two: Black Thought]
In my formitive by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time killed the congruence
I peeped the blue prints
to witches
Become stitches, body bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the town red
People fled as I put a dread's head to bed
That means dead, in other
to witches
Become stitches, body bags in ditches
Bloodshed, I painted the town red
People fled as I put a dread's head to bed
That means dead, in other
Makin plans to see ya soon when I know I'm dead wrong
Why oh why must I continue to be a hoe
When I got a fine yellow bow-legged bitch at the crizzo?
She
tips, don't try to blame me
Play caller, get the blueprint, bitch, I'm Jay Z
Touchdown, it was rush hour, like where Juntao?
Fifty shots, Lil Uzi by me
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