Lyrics:
help them get their money back
(What am I)
Aye aye aye
Have you ever hit the road just to make some pape
Have you ever went OT just to catch a play
I be
wit my partners
Next thing you know got walked out by the coppers
First juug I hit at school
Lord please forgive me I know you remember that
6 Peer
Can't even look your own self in the mirror
(Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet, nigga)
Niggas like you only belong in the theater
P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga
to crib and I hit on the balcony
Think ima chemist but I'm doing alchemy
No you can't hear it but I got this loud on me
Went crazy again
Mercedes e class
the mean
Wild animal on wire synthesizing necropsies
Set it all on fire bitch I hit it till it rest in peace
(Word) Smith eclectically put CC in ecstasy
bout' nigga scram
Nigga hollin' on the ground Might catch her up and then I face him
Two grinds and wrote this album Baby Joe, make him eat his maker
attempt over and over that week to catch me in acts of Verbal plagiarism or
Insult me, only to always be bested by my quick and always razor Honed
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Bet you ain't heard lyrics as
Slick as this like
Okay, let me hit 'em with another one
I'm killin' it for fun
And when I'm finished, kill another
Uh, big steppa
Feelin kinda fed up
Pretty hard to breathe when you surrounded by the pressure
Told my bitch to kill me if ever try to let up
Its a,
getting head inside a Tesla bad bitch, slim, thick, her ass fat, I call her precious
By the flick of the wrist, you can tell I'm extra diamond, bezel musta
gon' use a dummy page to hit his management
"I'ma need your artist on my album, what's the damages?"
I got the cameraman with me, let's shoot a movie
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
til no one can see
E mails do not send em to me
Please, hit up JP leave me CC'd
You book ameer he BCC'd
Took two weeks off had to repeat
That gas it be
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's malik my hobby's putting
know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed-ass well paid OG's
(Ah shit) pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel off catch
A cocktail, block
In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur
Has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli"
Music insiders are running
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
know what I'm sayin'?
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride by)
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
Funky (Cars ride by)
For all
I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it
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