Lyrics:
the sick lyricist
It's like I'm Floyd
Boy I don't know when to quit
Throwin' hay makers while ladies
Keeping they legs shakin'
I defeat an M-C in any way
to a place he can lay low
To the top if you're still alive
Turn hide and hope you don't get caught in the scythe
It's on sight
Claimin all the gall in a fight
the bell's I was saved by the stars
Now you tryna pretend that you ain't what you are
Low down dirty dog called me canine
You just wouldn't stop, saw
with my life on the line
So best believe Ima spread my wings and fly yah
Why you hating on the guy
Because I don’t wanna play the role get by
Because I
a thousand feet
You look at me like it's the end. Don't pretend that I did not send this warning shot
She the type to fall from two xans, split this fucking
red just like everyone else
So when you stab me in the heart, know it hurts like hell
At least for now, pretend like you give a bit of a fuck
I'm down
dead
This is really too much for my head
Cant pretend
That when I lay down in my bed
I don't loose my mind like its lost in a vent
Tunnel winds tryna
of the line)
And it don't matter if you're by my side (at the end of the line)
I'm satisfied
Well, it's alright, even if you're old and grey
Well, it's
of the line)
And it don't matter if you're by my side (at the end of the line)
I'm satisfied
Well, it's alright, even if you're old and grey
Well, it's
fucking i'm cuffing no pretend
I ain't fucking on a nigga just to be friends
Know i'm the truth
Hate when you tell me the things she don't do
I be looking
all the charges
Line em' up I do it for buck fifty I'm a barber
Do this shit for Tony I ain't loving on a Barbara
Baby it's only pussy on the flo, no we
you
And is it okay?
Who wants to make a mistake?
Down by the river I lay
It on the line for truth
And just like that
There you were you came to me
That
shots
But the people are all the people got
So what we cannot do is nothing
I don't have the answers or Sway to be frontin like I could solve it
I'm just
on a thin line
Pretend to put in work, acting like you made it big time
You couldn't write a verse if I showed you how to spit rhymes
Man, I don't fuck with
that they didnt just greave
Battle aint won its just begun fam trust me
By the time the wars done itll just be
Sticks that were left with pretend it
Must
then why should I care?
Just let me be free
Don't stay humoring me
It's been months but I'll still see the stain
The memory driving me insane
Why can't
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
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
'em how we -get down
Show ’em how we beat it to
The beat of Tha Pound
Don't mind, it's just a pimp thang
Money with me every time, it's a grip thang
gucci pants from 1985
No holding hands this your only chance don't let it pass you by
No romance i'm not your boyfriend just fuck from time to time
Still
and get these chips
Nope. This how you black out on a track like you don't give sh*t
This how you express your pain and anguish
Walking that fine line, it
I've got you by my side
I'm not content with it
I won't pretend to be
There's not a passive bone in my
Person it just don't exist
Now the catacombs in
yo' crib
And just when you find happiness he run away with it
Then you back to the drawing board and don't know what to do
And feeling like you all
to the crooks
I don't book a flight
I just fly out the book
I don't give a shit what
Your parents have cooked
I got bigger fish to fry
The way Pan's leaving Hooks
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