Lyrics:
bullets flying at him (Boom boom boom)
Started running yeah he panicked (Pathetic)
Put that money in the attic (Attic)
We were running away from traffic
I
on the age difference
You got your party clothes on, I'm wearing beige slippers
I give a fuck about a club, it's just a meat market
These girls will open up
the shootie
Got 'em running from the paparazzi
Lodie dotie
When the feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back
Don't you know it's illuminati
I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your
just because I come from bottom
African rockstar (Hell yeah) that's where I'm from
Fuck her on the 6th floors hotel room
How bitch you a female can't
you from the rear, as I tapped you right on your belt
And you tried to look surprised, like you didn't know I was behind ya
But I could tell by your
to get the fuck from here
Life's a bitch so a g can't sweat shit
Son of a bitch please sit down.
I'm with your man eating chips
Whips ain't shit but my
out the bottle
Soul flying rider, from the bottom, I'ma shine up
I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me
I ain't seen you yet, I ain't worried
I got
don't you let the love of vanity
Take your love away from me
Woman I need you by my side
This feeling in me I just cannot hide
Woman I need you to be my
and watch it burn & UNLEARN it
Pause
Now Let us be the first to aleviate. Elevate your mind from the feeding tank. Cover up the bleeding gapes. All that you
mouth
Start swearing like a sailor from the Dirty South
My arm got scratched by an innocent dog
Still gotta take the little bitch out for a jog
I can't
me is it so
Do you get a kick, out of tellin' brothers no?
No it's not that see you don't understand
How should I put it, I got a man
What's your
me is it so
Do you get a kick, out of tellin' brothers no?
No it's not that see you don't understand
How should I put it, I got a man
What's your
of bosses
That's just Boston
You know
What it be Costing
We way too strong by the losses
Just to wear the crown
Heavy is the head
I hold it down
Started from
how I jump out the creases
Shawty, she crazy
I know that that shawty be creepin'
It's time to get to the money
Not taking shit from me
Your bitch, yea
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
got dreams in this reality
The balcony we on always crumbling, it has to be
Just like the breeze, and sun and stars
Your bullies by the monkey bars
Shit
stop this 'cos
girlfriend the boy worthless
I understand that u all love birds from school
How did u get from being his girl 2 just bein his fool
want a bottom that's strange
Because youre missing the top
I'm tryna stir in your bowl
Like I'm whipping the pot
Fuck her til she brain dead
You got some
all got stomped, so
Dream on.... Dream away.... Well okay!
And play like Shante, and have a nice day.
I drop rhymes that go boom, (boom!)
And I can
at
So in that case your butt better step like a frat
'Cause juice I got a lot of vapors
While you gotta quit, I'm always rolling with Umdada, shit
When I
your message hit harder
Your mental got damn good armor but blood don't bleed from the water
And frankly I don't believe all the shit you said from
as the hatter, everyday I get madder and madder
All these women get badder and badder, all your bullshit get sadder and sadder
I got racks behind every counter, go
(Redman and Method Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter
Word
Just
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