Lyrics:
I've had it, I've been wreaking havoc
To my fucking brain cuz all of my bad habits
She a bad bitch treat her like a savage
And that booty bouncing
run it up
Gave me brain freeze the way she suck it up
I wrote this album in no less than a month
Been rapping for a year I know I'm finna go up
I tell
of minds so controlled by feeling
I'm not feeling it today
I don't feel like doing this
I don't feel like doing that
How do you feel?
Bad? Why
Do you
'll 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
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
terminator
My brains can hurt a nigga
Use them red lightly
Lyrically burn a nigga
Cause im gettin you by wetting you
I'm telling you bust rounds like
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
Nigga you embarrassing
Don’t you ever try to make comparisons
I speak a different language like it’s Arabic
As-salamu alaykum I feel bad for
Yo ass so
can't proof that
I'm like an young rapper
With problems in the brain
And tracks 'bout money making (Money making)
I inspire by Lil Uzi, faking love to you
Ziploc I got zips in my whip (Yea)
Bad bitch give me brain in my whip (Yea)
We in the trap in 860 cooking shit (Yea)
Bitch I'm a trapstar call me Big
bad watch your tone
Did all this on my own
Still better than that homegrown
Perfect lines by design
Every time on the rhyme
And you still don't see me
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
side nigga cop me a Range
And put it up for my bitch, she got the best brain
Pull up by myself, Miss Pearly don't need no army, bitch (yeah)
I ain't
the thousands, rhymes for hours
I could kick a rhyme longer than your whole album
Kickboxer, beatin the shit out niggas proper
I beat 'em till they holler,
wasn't lyin
And this album gonna prove that nigga lezz is the messiah
Keep the case inside the room, bury me inside the tomb
So the people know that I
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
been hurt by everything that matters so what’s a thought to a brain that’s bout to splatter, you go to twitter with the chatter, you’re a pitcher I
than new shoes
Women coming by the flock I'm trying to buy me a coupe
Two seater no need for no one else
But me and you
They come around cause I
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
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
obey the law
Or them chumps in House of Lords
I got straps, i got swords, barb wire 4 by 4s
F*** the Pigs, my g just respect this
Even after my long
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
The frustration is real because I'm so tired of trying to catch up to all the progress
I should have made by now
I learn something new everyday
And with every new
me to achieve my dreams
Through the thick and thin, they stick by me
Stitch my skin when I get injured
Ensured that my blood remains in my brain
I
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