Lyrics:
relate
To my surprise, everyone does, so have faith
Half of the other side don't live it
They push play the young illest alive
Harlem World to the Bay
It
the bench, I'ma score
I could hit a million hoes, that's legit, but I'm sure
They don't make 'em like my bitch anymore
Who let these kids in the door?
You
being PIE
Bitch, I came here to destroy
Everything I touch turn grey
I'm lacking coin, slit my wrist so I get paid
Fuck them other boys
I'll slap them in
through death girl, you can say goodbye
Don't run
Don't run
I hate waking up by myself in early morning
Just me and my mind that's my only opponent
Only
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
sippin' barre
Smokin' weed, sellin' white
Them other niggas shit don't come back right
That's how niggas get popped
Trying to get the cheaper price
like none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
it real wit' cha
I'mma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'mma
Let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your
To those leading revolutions
Skitcha’s gunna’s music
Ammunition can be found in decisions made
Fired shots can hit targets from light-years away
Far from
suggested that, um, you do nice stuff for other people on the album. Like you make a song that's like, um, somehow like a nice song for other people. Right
like none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get
This perspective is a real one, another lost Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
chill shit
The way Mouse kills shit, I'm here just to lay out real shit
Besides, other dudes styles remind me of spinnin rims
That shit got played out
don't matter
You hold your hand to each other
Somehow we gained gain
Then they rang on the ghost
Why did the chicken cross the road
And hit the chick's
the chase
And you could be the
Most talented person alive, but
That don't mean shit if you don't have drive
If you don't believe then you won't get by
If I
And to me, we have a culture that, uh
Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it
So again, I think I've
She tastes like apple pie, fuck it I don't even mind
She rocks the wave I like, in love with her cellulite
I'm gripping on her thighs, never been
being PIE
Bitch, I came here to destroy
Everything I touch turn grey
I'm lacking coin, slit my wrist so I get paid
Fuck them other boys
I'll slap them in
for me, I can tell you that
These tablets and other anti-depressant medicines may increase suicidal thoughts or act-
I don't wanna start this bullshit
to God I don't let the anger build
Why you gotta hit me with the change up? (Why?)
Talking Randy Johnson with change up
Talking Nolan Ryan with the change
a piece of this pie
But I'm just too damn chill for them
No way you flip my shit
It feels like a good hit
And even if you bite nigga, you can't get
Smoke
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