Lyrics:
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(Make the best of it before you're laying in a coffin)
Cut all my losses, dead em' and toss em', ain't got no other options
Yeah this year I've been
I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw"
So I did
And then he gets all indignant on me
He's like "Hey man, I was just being
I had to put in some work for this
Remember I ain’t have a dime
I had to stay on da grind
Cut off some ties and stop wasting my time
I had to put in
feel
When It's cold
I can't feel anymore
If I drink
Then I roll up
Heat up by my own
Them fake bitches
Young FigaDro
Don't mix with anyone
Check down
Got
Run up a check
They got Calebdoee back on pro tools
I been told you
Don't mention my name that's promo that I don't do
I can't hold you
Been runnin'
more light cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle
Want to have to reckon with
He's by my side as I rock the mic
All of his vigorous cuts are
Sure to excite you
They'll delight you, you know
That that's
walk in this bitch im drippin inside go get me a tile for this fit
I keep me a bitch and she by my side yeah she gon ride for this shit
I Keep me some
get respect
I'ma just do it tell nike cut the check
I'ma hood star running plays in the set
No im not a rookie, wouldn't say i was a vet
Full stride in
Uh
As I sit in my B-boy stance
With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants
We finna enhance your brain, check it out
Once upon a time not long
my bag
Signin' my check and I'm countin' up paper Smokin' on hookah, I'm all about vapor
Bad bitches for days, I see her, I take her She like to be
Sucker for a minute now a nigga has done blow up
Check my BDM's, look at my spins, daily goin up
Check, check my spins, daily goin up
I got your
the rough
Cut the check and the bullshit
High jump the bluff
Karate kick pick up sticks
I can never be same
Welcome to my world
Thank you come again
Must I
a different habitat
Just to cut my grass the landscaper
Make a half a stack
I'm the truth and you a lie, commit suicide
Just dose off in a coffin
And take
Snakes in the grass, it's time to cut the lawn
Ed Scissorhands, AKA "I cut you off" (No)
You ain't gonna lie to my face no mo'
Hit me with 'I'm sorry',
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
Yeah
Cut Dope
Unadulterated,
Never faded, elevated
Boom Bam
I'm flippin on a new jam
Follow my flows
Like the nose on Tucan Sam
They're like Who's
mind on a trillion
I won't go away cause my swag too resilient
Keep the bullshit, I got my own lane
Treat the rap game like the dope game
She know me by
Look
Rockwilder on the beat
1-7 in your face (1-7, nigga)
Mack Maine, you my nigga (you already)
Cash Money, what's up? (What's up?)
Check me
to prepare for me
On the Greyhound from ATL is
How I move my weight
And I vowed to never let a
Fuck nigga remove my plate
And I never lose my faith
Check out
check, check
IG Live I flex
What's up my two viewers
You are messin' with a baller
The money talks truer
Than the haters like my father
Racks come out,
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
Yo
Mic check (my dick!)
Testing, one, two, fuck
(My dick)
My nuts
My attitude is worse than NWA's was
I'll battle you over stupid shit
soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise? Make noise
I make a phone call, my niggas
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