Lyrics:
make none
If these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones
Watching this man, falling off of his plan-
Underachievin' just so he can
listen
Well, you stupid fuck, look at you now (Y'all already know!)
(For real, y'all, back behind the wall again) (yeah, you know what it is)
(You know
out his hands
If the beat ain't slammin and the deejay ain't def
I snatch the needle up off the record and send somebody to get Jeff
(Ah yeah!) when
my ass off
All this time, me and Dre been fuckin' with hats off (suck it, Marshall)
So tell Laura and her husband to back off
Before I push this
starvin', gotta get us a meal
Bein' modest, this is modern astrology for the real
You can't back up defeat but I try to get up the hill
Cold, rack up the heat
fell off the wall
Cause a hoe on the ave. was sucking his balls
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put that fat motherfucker back
better off barely intact
cause a man’s going to need his mold back
Shredded more skins than a coarse reptilian
I'm forced to never be fucked with
I'm born
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
resented it,
And people who come to call
Meet her in the hall.
The baby in the guest wing,
Who crouches by the grate,
Was walled up in the west wing
In
view of what I am up to.
Sequestering the czar to the back balcony overlooking the valley
and Athens I handed him a sealed envelope, a short letter
that I'm from Canada, I got a colder fit
I been tryna equal it all up, you can't have none of it
Out here, cookin' up these hits, do it two times
All my
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin'
hoes
60 racks in my pocket, 60 racks in my jeans
60 racks in my pocket, top back when I lean
I pull up in that motherfucking Phantom Ghost
This song
Pretty in the face need your space
When you walking by you set it off
Just by doing nothing girl you do it all
I feel like its destined to have you around
speakin' to the streets, bitch, I'm more Realer
All of they images fabricated I up the Glock, let off shots on a thot now she fascinated
When you came up
with birds, 2008 all vacuum pack (pack)
Anything we see on the back rows getting backwards strap (back)
Brought back no safe, clean up gang never left
stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
I got my mind made up, come on (come on)
Get in, get in t it
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
I got my mind made up, come on (come on)
Get in, get in t it
remade my beat? Damn, uh, uh
Who the fuck remade my beat? Damn
Y'all stupid ass niggas stop tryna come
Up off me, damn, uh, uh
Who the fuck remade my
Beat?
could be on sight before a nigga even see you
That's ride by, dash off and we laugh
I changed up for the future, my mask was off in the past
I heard
Sweet one whine it back one time
No stress how I'm living my life
Two gyal by my side in my bros dem ride
If it's beef then it's boom bye bye
Sweet
trippin'?
Getting paid by the week
Lotta hot guap in my jeans
I'ma top dog, you a cur
Nigga hit the curb
Get to steppin' off with two feet
Nigga please
Nigga
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