Lyrics:
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
you don't want no problems
My niggas is starving for money
Like Batman they Robin yea
Yea we turn up in Gotham man trust me you don't want no
from a different a state
She said don't fuck with them fakes Pillow talking bad taste
Let my woe just get her face
If I'm tripping let me trip Im moving
don't stop
Yo
Just in case y'all was lost
I'm the face in the Source
Long Cuban, white ice placed in the cross
Slow bros hate to see me race in
ain't no God, and a whole lot of pride
It might be a homicide, so let the drama slide
We don't want no problems, B
Get your name in the obituary column
I had to starve for Mrs. Winters
She read that I'm hot so she caught me a kindle I think she want a kindle fire
I don't spit taste so I don't watch
base
Do it, do it lil' mama, girl, you in first place
Let me lick on your body like it's your birthday
I say, "I got it, girl, I got it, you don't owe
She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status Etta James on the dash
John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my
stopped yet, continue the journey
'Cause all that shit you kick just don't concern me
You can't U-turn me, back to reality where niggas pack straps
A couple of cocktails'll send me to jail
There's a couple of cops hot on my trail
But this time, when I get pulled over
There's a Doberman Pinscher
I'm gonna put this fucking saw up to your neck and then just let it slide
Blood gushing out your pores I guess you gonna die tonight
Don't you run
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
it all
when they start the convo with trust me
i don't trust them one bit at all
don't try eggs up & spud me
don't call me bro that's all forced
swerve
and felt my pain, damn
How I let you get that close to me, play with my brain, damn
Sometime we still talk, but it don't feel the same, damn, damn, damn
You
flipping back to back
This a remix not a scrap
Come at me but you all cap
That’s your song
I call that scrap
You say I’m wrong
Let’s recap
You prolong
Stop
gone mental
Find me again, and you get judgmental
You get carried by instrumentals
Your crazy is on different levels
Back up and I call parentals
Come
me feel, make me shed a tear don't know if it's foreal
Give it all I got to get them M's, sliding down the block looking for pills
Praying all my
Cause I'm way more fly, yeah
Have you hangin' 'round a
Bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut
earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin
this summer
Don't get me started with you
Cause you're ass has always been dirty
For every girl you that talk to
There's at least another thirty boys
You gotta go and get angry at all of my honesty
You know I try but I don't do too well with apologies
I hope I don't run out of time, could someone
John Crapper
Look at my fit I got dapper
Fuck every bitch and every rapper
Let me talk my shit I don't matter
I get dirty she get nerdy that's just how
And tryna' blame your boy for knife crime (like what?)
I don't use a shank, I got money in the bank
Man, I'd rather do a drive by (dickheads)
Mad, mad
taking me to Marrakesh
Come on board to Woodstock
By the time we got to Woodstock
We were half a million strong
And everywhere was a song
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