Lyrics:
her picture in my pocket to remind me when I roam
That you don’t eat Taco bell with good tamales back at home
We made a stop to see a cop who gives me
hair I’m guilty instead
But ain’t no police scared
Conscious got me scared
I don’t need no booze weed is all on me
I can shut it down and do it for free
Anyways, I'm too gone off Bombay
I don't give a **** what the law say
I'ma make it rain like its tax day, like tax day
First off, can you tell me who been
apply
As time goes by
Y'all don't seem to realize
No matter how hard u try
That after u die
None of it matters with time
And u can try to deny
And u
wipin her nose
Running like seasonal colds
Use lingo as codes
All of my niggas speak different lingos
I be cool by myself
Don't need a lil posse
a sucka
So I left a message in blood "To be continued motherfucka"
Never praying at night
'Cause the heavens don't want me
Sold my fuckin' soul so I
the realest in my photograph
I bet you want my autograph
The bass give you a heart attack
Don’t message me no paragraph
Only the realest in my photograph
I bet
Only the realest in my photograph
I bet you want my autograph
The bass give you a heart attack
Don’t message me no paragraph
Only the realest in my
But when I go see her they don't try to play me though
They give me a pound and say, "We know you from the video"
And by the way, do you live
they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this
I don't give a fuck about fame
I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)
Get me paid
And he will act a fool
when he don't give a damn
If your fuckin' red or blue boy
Couldn't buy the wet slide
Goin' on this best lide
Lord Infamous done with
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
everybody know
I just dong give a fuck
I live my life on the edge
So that I might jump, if you don't push me
Got the infrared
On the ride, punk for
everybody know
I just dong give a fuck
I live my life on the edge
So that I might jump, if you don't push me
Got the infared
On the ride, punk for punk
on the track I be doing the most
Yeah I still eat your bitch out like some toast and
I don't give no fucks I be minding my business
All of these bitches be stuck
eyes
I don’t go no feelings for these type of guys
We leave you to suffer you rot in the hive
You leaching off me while a nigga done strive
So don’t give
something bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts, I ain't been in no actual car-jacks
But let me tell you this, I'll
What stays behind Close doors
Ain't opening for no one
She wanna pass me another shot
But im already faded
Im the life of party
Why should I go
cannot change
No one can help me these thoughts I can't explain
Blood on the floor I can taste it
I don't give a fuck if you hate me
People I love try
posted on the block
Dade county ass nigga sweaty weed up in my socks
I Don't know too many niggas I don't know no fucking cops
Do it all by my lonely
don't posses no wheels ignoring his bills
Is designer really worth passing down in your will yup your ignorance
Is lucrative your footwear prove it is
love you, I could never save a bitch
Cause that's just the way it is, dawg, that's just the way it is
Belt by Ferragamo, I don't got no time to waste
win
Cela ungand'testi please
Man, I give no chance, I don't play games in here
Working overtime, bring the cash to me
Give me fire, beat better, Imma
Come take a ride with me and witness the thrill
Of an ass-whooping issued by the brothers in the khaki pants
Some think I'm too light to fight, so then
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