Lyrics:
on me, but
Back then, no I never had anybody to help me out with my destiny, so yo
I ain’t gonna stop till I get to the, bet you thought I was gonna say
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
accept when
That collect call come
I tell a hoe all tongue, no teeth
Take off my polo briefs then go so deep
I grind a whole week i ain't get no sleep
I
know you're a star)
I got y'all, it's okay (Boy you're going far)
Well here we go, peep the flow, uh
Kill Em With Success, boy we got it locked
You can
people, shoutout to Nigeria
Doing what I want, I'm free like, I did not kill em
I got the vision, I'm Superman ohh, Soulja boy tell em
Osmanli in this
the fuck I'm goin' all out
Where they at, got to go get 'em Black, beat that buster broke and
I tell 'em I'm comin' back, this is not the life a player
gear we low down
Red horse, red stripes, red porsche
Red lights
Tell me stop cuz I'm killin' 'em
Got chains like chameleons
Lames they not feeling him
Niggas wanna ball so I guess I gotta bounce 'em
Smokin' on a ounce of that shit from the mountains
People say I need to stop no I need a counselor
And down
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em down like chop chop chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
On my
know how
But my stomach starts to wrench as my muscles contract
Then I'm attacked, I'm wracked by spasms up in my back
Spine stretched till it'll snap
boys and girls
Which one do you go to?
Which one do you go to
I'm packin' buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn't
get it
You bitch ass niggas cant really fuck with it
Better watch out for them boys
Steady creeping up on the map
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe
bitch ass niggas can't really fuck with it
Better watch out for them boys, steady creaping up on the map
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe I'm
reefer)
Then I beat 'em, then they skeet off (then they skeet off)
Done with that bitch, pass her to cousin, feed her (cousin, feed her)
Back to back
got to tell you where I'm from all the past stuff
Two four eight I was raised by the lake
I was praying on a shot yeah day by day (Day by day)
Knew that
it show like Instagram
So, if my ego get a boast then I'm giving out a toast cause I live like a thankful man
O's, yea I blow it by the O when I'm
the Pyrex
Had to call my plug when I only got a 9 back
Had to call my brudda kill a nigga give his 9 back
If the feds listening tell em never mind that
How I
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
like a threat, if you mean business you mean business tell 'em pull up that's a bet (pshh)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy (Ha)
I'm a hot boy I'm a hot boy
the scene
I left the beat off in a stretcher
(Leave it in a stretcher)
Yeah, look
Tell them boys "Catch up", yeah (Tell 'em)
Tell them boys "Catch up", yeah
down a list in crazy font
I don't know a thing bout pushin' weight
Boy look at my face, that shit looks gaunt, get it?
You better stop wit it
You snap
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