Lyrics:
Rocking with a convict
A sick dog with neoplasia
Call 'em a fucking problem
If you don't put 'em down I will
Then if your beagle bites me
Then I'll
making money and I don't stop rapping
That's my motto even if you niggas hit the lotto
You never could win not until I go
I know you squares can't hang
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
verse, but it's kingdom work 'til I hit the dirt (one)
Moment of Truth 3
For those that don't know what a moment of truth be
This whole album's
And you see the people watching me
Now you ain't close to me
Girl that's karma
That's karma
That's karma
Now you tryna hit me on my line
Don't bother
I
you hold it straight
So I'm ridin' wit' it
I'm shootin' all day
Bitch I'm bloggin' wit' it
I hit that fag Cass' then that nigga
Chubby Jag and his
On and on and on and on and on and on and
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations
If it don't go down now
don't gotta prove that
The feds watching they gonna use that
Damn Frosty how you do that
Hit the rode til my wheels flat
Can't change your past don't look
rhymes
and sound off a park like an M-16
when I hit the scene, suckas turn green
cuz I take the microphone and then I disrespect it
and then I disect it,
when I drop the single
Yeah I'm Pleased to meet ya but I don't like to mingle
Ironed out the album now it don't got a single wrinkle
The way I dance
Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Dada the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion
Aka the Beat Novakane I'mma problem my album drops June 6th listen
Now
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
eyes
Said whoever hit him for the average poor asshole
'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise
Now meanwhile, still short on pot to piss in
Not
'Cause I take two hits, and then I pass
I see the cops in the rear view,
Why can't a motherfucker chill in the car
Feelin' like Missy, why you all up
I keep going harder till i'm done with the mix
I ain't hear no bell need more rounds in the ring
I don't medicate now I meditate now
Take a couple
When you see my smilin', I'm really frownin'
You think you're really wildin'? I'm killa clownin'
Meaning I don't give a fuck about nothing you say
to do with this?
Shut the fuck up, rap's like life
If you wanna do this, then you won't get far acting like a little bitch
Nah, that's my niche!
Don't get
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
like Apple Jacks
I'm cereal, I mean serious, that's a fact
No cap, unless its Snapple caps
Aye, by the way, put them back in glass
The plastic don't be
like Apple Jacks
I'm cereal, I mean serious, that's a fact
No cap, unless its Snapple caps
Aye, by the way, put them back in glass
The plastic don't be
D.E.E.P.
[Chorus: x2]
[Big Boi]
Well, you want me to get D.E.E.P., well then, I will
What? What will happen if you shoot that nigga and don't kill
niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen
Discuss these by hits then now album don mclean Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In