Lyrics:
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights
Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man?
Sixty-year-old businessman,
his bitch-ass right
Lando got like thirty on his neck
On some light shit
He asked where the plug was, I told him
"By the light switch"
Bitch, I got
I'ma die for you
Would you die for me?
Obviously we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the street seven days
around in a red with a white black Cat
I said man I miss those
Years when anything goes
But now you know
That no body knows
Life's the Bitch that stubs all
the streets
We all got anger issues, trying to make a bitch bleed
Half a year later, nigga summer sixteen
Niggas wake up eight a.m. and we hit the beach
We
The time
I'm thinking about keeping this bitch by my side
Girl so fine niggas dreamed they fucked her and lied
But I'm numero uno, the one and only
Bitch
a dawg
I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (meow)
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch
They say
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
to fuck
Sixteen and over to pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked
This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis,
like six I ain't gone get lined by no hoe
If you fuckin wit me throw yo sevens up
I be ridin round the city I ain't got my glizzy tucked
Bitch I be hot
a breath
Make a rhyme, Take a rest
Wait in line, raise the bets
Is she mine, I digress
Seven dimes, take ya pick
Fading times, recollect
On my own, by myself
shine more bright than light
Can shine on me
And my rhymes more tight
Than pussy without a cat
They go meow
I think
I just found a new rat
And I
darling, darling
I got cats with autism and cats that are blind
Forty seven thousand tickets were sold on tour, Craig, testify
I can cross my heart, I can
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
(Ha)
She want dick she can have it
Hating ass bitch 'till it's half past seven
Real turnt nigga turn ten to eleven
Real young nigga since ten I been
frontin', and gettin' away
But y'all niggas ain't gone leave today
I got that hot nine seven shit, drop dime never bitch
y'all niggas know that I ain't
ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
ba-by
See I got my mind right, I'm a stay on the grind
I'm a put my work in
Get in where I fit in (Cause I hustle!)
Seven days of the week (I hustle!)
doubt
Drifting on the coast in a beach house
Small circle away from the crowd
Chasing for the cheese
From a cat to a rat, meow
Set sail lay the anchor
But
the dogs that's drivin' around in Beaumont
Lookin' for some cat
All you pitbulls should know by now
That hundreds in a roll look like tuna in a bowl
Maybe all we need is to care, maybe all we need is empathy
For you and me
Cat's meow and dogs will bark
Santa Claus is reading Marx
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