Lyrics:
drive-bys, pull up it's on site
But you a bitch, and I can see it all in your motherfuckin' eyes
Ain't no bitch breathin' air like mine, gone make me tuck my
chick in handcuffs like one time
one rhyme will beat your whole damn album
one rhyme will make me sign on the X like Malcolm
the industry is rapping
on
My heart is from the start so I keep your name strong
Sittin here sippin' Hen don't know where to begin
My album done now we're finishing
like I'm they mom
Show em to shoot like I'm Osam
Better yet I strap a vest up to they chest make em the bomb
Plant a seed up in they head and watch it
that go with the Porsche
Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grippin' my balls
Stab the ladies they
that go with the Porsche
Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grippin' my balls
Stab the ladies they
off I can make 'em disappear
Every time I sneeze I get a feature on the news
The reporter says "gesundheit" and hilarity ensues
And how did I get to be
for it, cause I killed my villain nigga
Generations plagued by trauma, let em' know I did it nigga
I heard them crys come from my momma
Fuck his family
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
means I make music to get out my brain
These songs don't just come from a place in my heart
They scream out my mind when my eyes fade to dark
It's like
These girls know I been ice cold
Got no heart you can never break mine
I don't really like when the funds on hold
Gotta make a shouts to the mans
(Ain't no shade by the way)
Took you 10 minutes to make my ass
30 years and 5 months just to find yo ass
As a youngan My life was dumb bummie
huh, you know my style
I drop lyrics wham bam by the gram on a jam
And gooooooood DAMN!
It's like a disaster that nobody goes after
by my grind like the shaker
Mind my behavior
I park the car for the valet
Set the table for the waiters
Totally self sufficient with a
Whole lot
dance
They don't like when that shit makes 'em sad, sad
They just wanna have some fun, let 'em have that
Let 'em do it, let 'em do it, they just wanna
larger amounts
This playa make 'em scream a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin traded from team to team
Look sleezy, it's difficult but me
bastards
With my ski mask
I'm the first one to want him blasted
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshittin' got his ass hit (Outlawz)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like
gimme the mic
And I'm going in
Most the time
Ion even need a pen
Make that shit hurt
Kick em in the sheen
Free all the RR's
From in the pin
I miss my
about the sorry motherfucker
He crossed the family, now I'mma make the nigga suffer
I'm rollin hard, I got my daddy's Smith & Wesson
Six-shot,
Boys cover them cover girls like mascara
I don't need to keep a gun and a mask ever
I still make 'em put their hands up, ask Derek
My role manager damage
like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right
that want to die
But I tell em its fine
Never have the balls
To even try
Just follow the story
Like they Prophesies
Voices in my head so loud (Loud)
And like Hillary she Rohdam
Yeah
Add it up
It's not a problem
Ain't no acting
We bout drama
And that word to my momma
Yeah
And that's word to Tash
Hit hoes
cocked and close by me
Clear vision, never stare, my ears listen
I hear different, it's a scarce weird condition
Move doly, send whoever, he can't hold
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