Lyrics:
girl, the dog is pokin'
Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
Eighteen, nigga, makin' more than ya dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma out do 'em
on dank Dollar signs In my bank
Fuck it I’m cashing out
Fuck did you think
Purple cup in my drank I hope I don’t crash it out
Never gon change Meezzo gone
Does he feel it deep within
Do we feel it deep within
The sense of duality
Do I feel it deep within
Now I'm feeling lower than my self esteem
My soul
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
with a pro's arm (Go deep)
Just to think I used to break in homes with a crowbar
Break a hoe arm and so on (And so on)
The blow of my only road dog
dripping with
Russ just said "gimme a minute"
In an year we hitting different
Even then we still gone kill it
Ha
What you think am joking bro
Way that av
right here, you heard
I used to be Jaffe Joe, I used to be Killa
I think I'ma go with something different this year
I'ma go with
Hook
J.R. Writer
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
And I know some of y'all are gonna say it's not that deep, but a horse dragging a doll with a noose around its neck
Taken from her mother and put in
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
girl, the dog is pokin'
Addicted to it, JD say I got it bad
Eighteen, nigga, makin' more than ya dad, see
They think they doin' it, but I'ma out do 'em
to fake the bull
No matter what you think I'ma still be out here trying to take the bull by the horn
Trying to get this music out there by the corn fields
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
born in a hole, now I'm in control
(Yo, yo)
Bank boy deep is the way we roll
(We roll)
I'm mackin' for the punks
Talkin' the junk on the tracks
can't no DJ get rap like my muthafuckin' nigga Evil E
So right about now I'ma give him the muthafuckin' microphone
I'ma get behind the wheels and we gon'
then “On” is where the fuck we are moving
I’m tired of tryna' fight you or lie about shit i’m doing
Was afraid that you would leave me if the truth was
(doesn't matter what you think)
We are just a bunch of Freaks on Fremont Street
The Beautiful Losers are here to help us thru the night
They make
know Megan lied about fuckin' Tory
And she get drunk like she on Drink Champs with N.O.R.E.
And we know her and DaBaby was intimate
It's embarrassin'
very high
Think of the men who are dead 'cause it got to their head at a cemetery time
I ain't the one who gon' throw it away 'cause I'm feeling too
I think you need help
How many time on one album can you say you're def?
"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath
That's weak shit from a weak mind
of people inspired by rappers
Who do give a shit about the game we livin' in
Shit is ridiculous I have to say this
It should be common sense, I hope these
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
just take half and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by
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