Lyrics:
to Uche B my dawg
I'm in the presence of a god
You know that B is for blessing
When that beat hit your mail, you getting blessed by a god
Blasphemy ,
before you get sized up (tied up)
Play no game, speakin on my name you catch a clip full
From close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change
Spongebob we get no this is Patrick
What's next? Lyrical butt sex
And rappers fear I'll get undressed
Captured in spiritual unrest
Get back here I ain't done
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
town
Now these bitches want me around
Nigga I'm Counting it all up by the Grand
It was all in the plan
Whiles Theirs blood in the sand
I'm turning g
can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass
back on my block again
MAC in my pocket, I'm strapped with a Glock
I might murder a congressman (Brrt)
Fleein' the scene
As I hop in the car that your
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
though I've been vouched for, I'm still gettin doubt,
About the songs I've endowed in, know I'll never be clout chasin, I keep my heart, in a, glass
Popping my collar new name must be pimping O
A watch this if he run then I'm tripping bro
Yea I be trippin' bro
I'm still in town move around like I'm
fun, making records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these niggas is wrong, using your name in vain
to be fun, makin records to see your response
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
And these n****z is wrong -- usin your name in vain
runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake Feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on your hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all
I'm back on my grind, take you by surprise
Watch before your very eyes
Better pray the cops stop me in time
That soul of yours is mine
Start running
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah)
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
be scared, the poet pen writes clear
My name unknown, so don't check your phone, it might be too long to shit your ringtone
I'm a Bama boy by birth,
Leave your name with the girl
Less avant-garde-
Leave your name with the girl
Just write a plain old melodee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
always by the table and still ambitious
I'm an ocean with no sand, I ain't one of you beaches
You have no capacity but still have mad opinions?
Since you
to fuck a hoe
Ice Cube, true emcee
Write everything I say, even back in the day
I'm a spit it how I feel it, fuck a gimmick
You can keep your catchy
time
MAC in my right arm
Tequila bottle in my left arm, like Christión
Watching my life go
Can't do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, Hell's men
Take caution when you speaking on my name
Cause me and you, we can never be the same
Swervin in and outta lanes, and I passed you on the way
I looked
arguing
And I don't ever write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya bitch ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com bitch log in
Put a pillow under your
with the mac like ICT
It ghetts greeze like IC3
Man are In this but they not like me
Name an MC that does what I do
But better, big mic checker
140 BPM
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