Lyrics:
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
album"
Man, fuck that give me
Pizza chain on medallion candy-gray Maybach
Her ass stay flat
"You really shouldn't say that"
Man, it's RiFF RAFF
Thirty K
you sold me that CD it was fire
Actually brought me to tears
By the way when the next album coming out
When you dropping another album
YoReL man, when
Afraid to show anyone the real me
Thinking I'm a freak they probably won't feel me
Ain't tripping off what they say, what they might prove
Was mobbin' by
Jugging out my momma's crib
I buy whatever now
Fiji water by the tank you
Catch me wilding out
And I'll never fuck with opps
Let my body drop
And all
on the study of extraterrestrial vehicles, but it is manufactured by human
Rock bottom
Engage on sight
Fuck a fist fight
These Homo Apes Bite
Fly high by ETI
goin on, on and on and on
On and on and on
Yo I've been treading on this globe man for twenty-five joints
Sometimes Shaitan got me by the pressure
use
Take me by the hand while
We do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?
I don't need your honesty
It's already in
I'm gon do by myself
Me and yung kir don't need nobody else
Shoot from long range but don't call me no steph
He bleeding out better check on his health
Bitches from the Himalayas bringin' me bacon
Gucci robes like masons, fuck her in a Bathing Ape apron
My bitch foreign
I don't know where she from, I
with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They
shit (21)
Nigga put some money on my head
'cause I take shit
Put some ass shots on the AR, it go ape shit
And I'm 21 4L, ain't no fake shit
I don't hang
lights, stop at 'em very slow
Playing, "Feel So Good" by Mase
I got three chicks, one in the back
It's never up
Two chicks up in the front with me
They love
(If we could all gather around
Make love to me, girl
He took you up in his aeroplane master song
I'm the master can I rap?
Go ahead)
I believe that
to me why men who have a mental age of three
Are the only ones who procreate, and hence pass on their genes?
And if our destinies are predetermined by
serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, I'm daddy, no, I'm not
You're a lot of fucking problems, you gon' prolly show true colors
By
Oh man
Hi
You guys are so loud
I'm glad I have this moment to
Talk to you because this
Whole thing is going by so
Fast I can't even like, process
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
on by
I'll be like this some nice pie you made
I thought you wanted me over so we could conversate
Bout how I made an album at the age of 18
Got some
looking for a hero
I guess that makes me a hero
Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma rip your soldiers in half
Silverback ape, nickel-plated
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
(DAMN), THEN be POPPED (DAMN), THEN ME ROCKED (WHAT?)
Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is
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