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by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
All of this cuz Jim wouldn't sign you (All of this)
C'mon man, fuck a Tru-Life, he's a Tru Dyke
I think him and Bleek is enganged to each other
I
afraid to die
Just mad I left Big Jim alive
I know I should've never looked back
But you ain't gonna win a woman's heart like that
I never should've
so I'm wishin' you well
I'm back, grindin' hot and tuck in yo' tail
I'm back, soon as I hit da crowd gon' yell
I'm back, hotter than a nigga in hell
Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend
With Criminal Minded, an album which is only ten
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit
Train Without a Whistle
Written by Jon Randall and Jim McBride
You won?t ever see the danger
When you?re laying in the arms
Of that tall dark
to slip into a life that's easier
An attention span whittled away for years by social media
Then COVID hit that shit like a meteor
Procrastinated every
but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by
yeah
Check it, uh
I guess I take it back to graduation
Got my degree but writin'
Songs was my fascination
I got a job installin' cable
Then I got
said I couldn't hit it sideways
I said I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like sister ray said
Whip it on
Rosie and miss rayon
They're busy waitin' for
to be like too $hort" (scratched 4x)
Now back to the subject, my boy mc
Whatever you say, you can?t rap like me
Rappers like me make real hits
on the telephone
To tell her half of my head was gone
I just got hit by a great big brick
She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick
Mm hmm, my
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
I went from flat broke hit the plateau defacto
Could always rap though snuck in through the back door
Then I started spazzing for stacks though that
I went from flat broke hit the plateau defacto
Could always rap though snuck in through the back door
Then I started spazzing for stacks though that
away so I snapped at her, back slapped her
She picked up a bat, like McGwuier for that matter
Hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I duck
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
Jim Jones ? Scarz
[Jim Jones]
I?m speeding through my days
off to see tomorrow but you
get one chance at life (one chance)
so if I do die
this friend Fin and
Fin had a hookup with somebody who would buy us Jim
He would hit the Mary J, so I turned ‘n’ said to him
Let me get a couple of them
somebody in this room!)
I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo
DVDs, plasma screen TVs in the trunk
We made a right, then made a left, then made
hit my organs
Thinking about what the game did to Cynthia Morgan
But I give myself a pat on the back
Back to my day shift
Even Mohits and D'Banj
that
The feds watching they gonna use that
Damn Frosty how you do that
Hit the rode til my wheels flat
Can't change your past don't look back
Was
finna lay down
Life is gamble don't play round
Shells hit his body knocked down by the k rounds
Shut the fuck up Letti say what you say now (Ayy)
Fuck all
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