Lyrics:
seven acid tabs a meth addiction one relapse
Drugs one of my fetishes
Don't tell these bitches half the shit
Game was over I was sober
Listen to Mixtape
inquire from a few niggas
'cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas
Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip
Slip, never picture me
Vigz you did it again
Let's get it
All 2020
Okay
I been plotting for a quarter of a century
94 baby, year that made me I was born a G
Dreams free,
Of days and weeks and months and years
Time heals pain washes away tears
Time controls us, we don't control time
We ain't Marty McFly cuz our
Time's
hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
never forget
I don't really miss her though
Now she's gone and never coming back
[Violent J]
Blind date, she was alive when I got there
Dead when I left
go twenty-seven years with someone who treats me like shit
Instead of going out with my girls fuckin' L-I-V-I-N
Is it really such a sin?
Is it
get caught in traffic
My men tapped, throw him inda back thats madness
Bitch mind your manners got down M we on badness
I heard I got racks on my
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
I'm dead
When they not looking Ima cut off they head
I'm the grim reaper with seven new features
I mean seven guns to kill sinning creatures
Let's get
like 400 years ago
Captain (Yes Galacto) I just don't know
And the kid that was going to jail (Yeah?)
He looked me dead in the
Face and said "Stale"
Then
moms, she still speak
She don't know I ain't cool
With her son no more it’s old shit
See forever we holdin' this grudge
Takes real men to squash beef
End
Fuck a co-sign bitch I'm co-signed by the trenches
Real ties in this shit
Bitch don't even touch that blick if you ain't drummin'
I kill for you, you
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I
In the age of the barbarians When people met with scary ends By bear bite or by battle axe It was super-violent to the max There lived a little
til we decease
Like X-Men I'm wolverine and he beast
Blood thicker than water we came here to slaughter
Been at it for years and we still going harder
don't do drive by's we
Do pull ups like Sonic
Don't it, remind you of greatness
Leave your ass faceless
I battle you, take your heart
And then taste it
conceited I don't need no luck
Look up to my mom's, only one that I trust
All by myself ain't one got my back
Promethazine fell in love with the act
Break off
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!
Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?
A king pimp's been here for years representin'
the whip screaming niggas
Ain't shit is her ritual, she say She got love for em all but not The unconditional
She has a three year old that Goes by Denise
needs ya
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low
short on the pesos
That's how the game goes
Though the concrete grew a black rose
Seven years old plateaued
Back from the dead followed by black crows
a river this boy a bitch
Die me die me fill that boy wit sum lead
One more one more think he might be dead
Drop whore drop whore he messed up in the head
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