Lyrics:
Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2Pac
I just don't give a fuck!
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack
I just
I laugh in my snaps, don't chuck it
Everybody's talking light so fuck it
Boy, if I spit on your tune, I'll buss it
Yeah
Scary
(Sounds of the)
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don
he sayin': "you gon' do som'
Do it one hunnid percent or
Don't do nothin' at all"
When I was 19 I started doin' this rap
Shit and I be killin' it ever
Conflict
Resolution that's damn sure not a specialty
I wanna thank everyone for listening to
The album they just listened to
Please don't take out
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me
Y'all cant deny it, I'ma fuckin rider
You don't wanna fuck with me (yeah)
Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
Switchin lanes, do a buck with me
You ain't never had a bad bitch (Never)
I can tell you never had a girl that had a bag in
Want it she go grab it
Boy don't blow you're up tryna
'skoffelpik' fits the description on every line
My boy Dollar Bill told me my heart has been paralyzed
He says that cause I'm against the word of LOVE
LOVE is
character by hanging them
Like lol what a way to go
Also lol, um, John Proctor
He cheated on his wife with this girl called Abigail Williams right?
His wife's
you've been talking 'bout this shit)
(Bro, just drop the fucking album)
Yeah, yeah
I don't belong on this Earth
I see my name in the stars
I want it so
the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (I'm a bad boy)
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about
album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing was for us
Don't try to come pour up
I know how to get down but trust I go up
This shit was really 20 years up in the making
God made me stronger
By testing my patience
Cuz I really thought that I should've been signed
When I
the verses by reversing the curses
Selling out god but won't be returning the purchase
On the beat I am a surgeon
Spitting my songs while you been slurping
low on my own, yeah
I don't know, why the fuck do I feel so low
Why the fuck would I rather die
Than go outside or go to the door
Answer my phone but
know how to make a scene
I came up to the party, now it's a fiesta
We bounce so high, don't need to fly Delta
Front flips and back flips, making
yet
Don't doubt Sarajevo Noise Beat it'll put you into debt
We makin these albums, and it makes a lotta sense
That they make almost no sense
We're
the liquor
Them dirty South boys will get yet
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure scripture
Whatcha gone do when them niggas run up to you
Don
life, that don't matter at the end of day
And at the end of the road, where boys turn to men
And the water runs dry, you on bended knee again
Only praying
extraordinaire
The man that scrapped with lions, hibernated with polar bears
Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years
Mantles'll sit up like hill,
was a little boy
By listening to sounds of music as a baby
And listening to a reecord player
You would pick up the sound and repeat what you hear
Black boy black boy I ain't really different
I'm just done getting fucked by the system
Grew up from a crack in the concrete jungle
Till we popping
the team DON'T MISS?"
'Cause we don't
We make the magic, chop the samples, drop the album on the internet
And my loosies are all that and a box of cigarettes
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