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See, I hope for a world without formal royalty
No homeless roam the streets
And everybody eats, but leaders will devour What
Getting hand painted portrait's of me
Getting my balls licked
Pump-action shotty that will shoot
Off your door hinge dusting weed by the ton
Nigga needed
die
Who ya know with a flow like this?
Bring em in
What clan you know blow like this?
Bring em in
Take that nigga [that nigga...]
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hold on, huh
I make this shit look
Hold on, hold on, look, huh
I make this shit look good, uh
Flexin'
So many different ways that you can die
Like o d on drugs or get beat by thugs
Or a bite on the ass from a venomous bug
Or a shock to the heart from
Barry Made The Beat
From the 956, but I'm straight out the 210
Si yo naci in the 956, but I'm straight out the 210
Came a long way from getting
a spoonful of cement and just go and fucking die
No one likes you little bitch sit in the corner and cry
Eat a spoonful of cement and just go and fucking die
to Nyeronic
He will take it he will bake it, I can promise you that
I taste better when I'm cooked, so whatever you do
Please don't eat me alive Mr Devil
honestly,
Surrounded by thieves and cowards,
So beat the shit out of me,
For $20 an hour,
Cause this new world so brave,
Calls for a new type of whore,
I’m
the field
Pop a nigga like a pill
We run down like a hill
Eat a beat just like a meal
I really be with bosses
Come steppin' to my office
Drinkin' lean like
Twerkin' in the blazer
Felt the buzz like Tasers
S.O.B. that nigga
Eat the beat like Jigga
Put that on my Visa
Had to raise my fees up
Then I raised my feet
that's the color of wine
Talk to me, my criminal mystique
Kick back the boards, six thousand a week
Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor
kick rocks
I am the Uchiha that will never be accepted by citizens
Me and all of my crew yeah they be the ten of my denizens
We be on you like the bugs
They told me "Get a ghost writer" to beat him, but I don't need those things
He'd just die by what Nicky did with a pen, I turn this battle into
Lost everything in the weed, I swear that hung with me
I just had a rest, I was up, but didn't say a thing
Pockets hungry, I can't sleep, they gotta eat
oh, woah) yeah
I want my niggas be richer than wealthy
(Oh, woah) baby, she eat me like snacks
She said it not healthy (Oh, yeah)
Grabbin' that shit in
knew none of my grandmas
Beat my fucking dick to forget I got work
Melodramatic season, I'm trying to die first
My friends ain't the people that I
prove
And you could tell that I was loving it
All I'd do is write, left no time for all the other shit
Fuck sleep
Fuck eat
Fuck knows
I'd be like "fuck
that's the hottest thing in the streets
Are beats is Swizz
Cheesed up with holes in the shit
Like a log rolled thick
And ain't nothin' sweet but
life is all gravy
Reporting live from the ROC, I rep for my set
Till the date of my death
I will die for my block
I gotta get my shit off (get off, get
Show a little thigh, make this nigga's eyes pop out
Seize him with the cleavage
I want you to make this nigga believe he 'bout eat it
I can let him
busy
Daddy's writing this song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog
Then you gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around
Cunningham bringing Randall back
Priv gotta ball you the straw that broke the camel back
Ride or die you know we in the field
Scarface all these cockroaches
raised by my momma
My pop used to beat her
Got a sister my age, my pop was a cheater
Gram's kept something in the pot for us to eat up
Had to open up
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