Lyrics:
on B with the MAC in a two family flat (fuck it)
Tired of getting hit in the face with a broom
My mom's on her period, my dad's in my room (daddy, no!)
and the weed still sell good for the lay bits
Talkin bad like you ready to blaze nigga you ain't mad
[ What the fuck you think you doing..........]
I give a fuck
getting benched by some rappers that ain't got skill
I get to practice everyday and run a block drill
The frustration make a nigga wanna pop pill
But I'm
Gang shit
OTF (grrah-grrah)
I'm laughin' at you fuck-niggas
This that real shit, you feel me (L's)
We ain't on that fuck-shit
Shout out Nuski
immortalized by these glorious rhymes
The notorious mind
The story goes on and on and on
Chilling on a chair out here on the beach
I ain't go to worry about no
for myself
Just like Buddy the Elf
Meat Loaf, Bat Out Of Hell
I was coughing up for weeks almost like I Wheezy on the shelf
No more muffins still baked
the whip but I ain't Tokyo drifting
Verse 4 (C.O.C)
Cash out Chris abbreviated that's C.O.C
Twenty pounds when I arrive that's C.O.D
Sell a nigga bad
ain't stupid, I roll with uh' click
Niggas is talking bout' two-two three sticks
But fuck all that shit we got- (shhh, yo)
Yo bitch call me Arby's cause'
that you see aint out to get you.
The Good News Is! The bad news ain’t true.
The bad news ain’t true.
The Good News Is! The bad news ain’t true.
as a runner
Before the trap we was fuckin', started as a plumber (woah)
Two hunnid by the winter if you started in the summer
Both my parents trap and it
No he don't love you like I do (I do)
Fuck you like I do (I do)
He be home at 3 , I be out of there by 2
He don't love you like I do (I do)
Love you
is what I spit
commit schmurder when he go live
1 - 2 like 3 4 5
That's a math bar
backwards niggas should call me Ssaksar
ya padre! pinche tu
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
shit was cool
Dipping dudes, go by a set of different rules
We obviously ain't got shit to lose, boys in the hood
I got the old 3 sitting on my neck
ain't got lock jaw playing in your veins look
You ain't got to act like you like me
I don't give a fuck we can go to war
Hop out the car with a hood make
ain't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?
Just the two of us, just the two of us
And when we
feet hurt
I got her amazed by the way that my meat work
Addicted to praying like she a meat preacher
She wanna fuck cause my swag
She wanna fuck cause
Three cups, three Ls, sip smoke inhale
Any day of the week, good drink, great weed
One cup, one L, till the sun come up
Two cups, two Ls, throwed till I
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em
world I got two stocks
Thats my own word and what's below my cock
You ain't got word till your balls drop
Fuck the ops and the police
Fuck enemies
blinder
So listen what I'm tryna to say when Everybody else was getting paid i got served by
Two piece of loaf bread that's when my soul got traded had
(Three-point-five clouds up my window, and I can't see it all)
(Paddy on the track)
(It reminds me that it's not so bad)
My lean's gone cold,
spat!
Verse 3 (Richenrare)
I'm the beast in this rap game that you can't tame
They givin' these haters a bad name, it's a damn shame!
Fuck squealin',
.JPG/233px-Meatloaf_1971_(cropped).JPG "Meat Loaf")
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