Lyrics:
And you will not get recycled
And if your fruity ass talkin' shit you
Best be bringin' a ripe one
You're a Warehouse opener
Performin' Fall Out Boy recitals
to do a drive-by, speakers bangin' boy bands
Got some fans on hand from the states out to Deutschland
Y'all are two-faced, Harvey Dent flip the coin, man
around
The game steady changin'
From coast to coast, rearranging
Them boys out west
We insist to keep it bangin' (Westside)
Ah yeah, we maintaining,
I'm a nigga that's on the grind for six figures
I'm a chilla but bring me out my back I'm always splita
You kill me it really don't matter to lil
definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
T
It's been real
I'm out
When my mind lost in fear
No I won't fall down in tears
I'll give it all till I tear
Keep on going and I'll stand up and fight
So
Emcdouble, Lil Jupi, Avery Storm
Let's get it
I'm out here like a chef, with the Chopper
Harley Davidson, with the chopper
Boy, I make them run, with
everything is a test
Don't let ego and emotions be the reason you slip
Cause though your boys might fall, fall for doin wrong
Friends drop like drawers,
prepare you have approximately five minutes
Fuck the bullshit Time/Warner will fall
Record labels will fall the Earth will crumble
Begin
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
I'm out here like a chef with the chopper
Harley Davidson with the chopper
Boy, I make them run with the chopper
Cut them one by one with the chopper
regret that
The boys be rowdy,
Some of em pack that, smoking on Maui
Quoting these tracks that,
Sell all these dreams,
By any means, of drugs and money
and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in
and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back son
Me and Shock up in
would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone Mountain
Give a fuck about these haters man
I'm
know
Is sasquatch can rap
Motherfucker, I'm iller
Ok, I squeeze the juice out a
Rapper and just squash this track
The people like "What the fuck
I'm the one that left flowers by your door
I was the boy with a heart full of hope
Keep it on the low certified lover boy with my girl
When I'm with
fall defeat
I be in the club like lettuce boy you gettin' chips then bet it boy
Whenever it's drama I dead it boy talkin' respect I get it boy
Over
the call
Five in a week
Now you're the man
Doin' everything your fake friends can
Used to be the good boy with the plan
Bit from the tree
Fall in Bloomington
the cap, that's a cop out
Dead in they tracks, stomped out
We need the racks, do a run out
Everybody coming to the party, pop out (Halo!)
Dumb hoe, get ya
gassing my cloud (Ha)
Move a pound lose a little weight re up out of town
What I know about it (What I know about it)
You can tell by how I go about it
Blackness, tell your bitch to fall backwards
Fuck a hood pass, my shit's for all-access
Killing tracks like this we call practice
Any bullshit y'all twist
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
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