Lyrics:
trading raw stories
We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise look in my eyes
ROUND 1 i shot myself in the foot
Lost my step as the proof
Caught
shit
So I'm stunting just for that reason
Gave her 'TLC'
Look at her now she back creeping
Always been a mack break her back
And now she back cheesing
means fights are right
Yeah, fuck waterfalls
TLC are my home girls
Yeah, people said life will tempt you to hate
But don’t forget where you came
See
out of poo-poo weighin' 6-2 with a loose screw
That the doctor couldn't glue, ooh look mama, she said
This world a game, you crack with two commas
the grind, whether drill, rap or grime, it's my time to go and climb
Homicide, end up in the Clyde, suicide don't apply
Look now, look now, you've crossed
'cause you just might get it
Yo, this is Naomi Campbell chillin' with Wyclef
I just wanna tell you L.L., your record is wack
L.L., why don't you just
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
Hands on a tech, rap with it
Say it with your chest, cap with it
Then you get a cheque, cash with it, flash with it
Eject that gimmick
See the way they
let in any fools, you know the rules
Kristopher, egotistical, narcissistic with ya!
If they say no then we tell 'em to get up and move we makin' some
fourteen
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, ten years later
Ask any MC if I rap greater
See I'm known in Fresno, even the big O
From
The frustration is real because I'm so tired of trying to catch up to all the progress
I should have made by now
I learn something new everyday
And with every new
Hands and Say "All Right"
3-0 To The Broad DayLight
It's The Nazz, My Mellow, What He Look Like
With ya On The Mike
Let'sa Rock Y'all, A Let's Rock
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
spiritually knah'mean?
I don't think I'm better
Than anybody in any way or
Form or fashion but
As far as this rap thing
I think I am better than everybody
I'm
shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
When I’m with you it aint no secret
But you’ve been moving different and you thinking I don’t see it
And we try to fix the past but you can’t help
Uh
Ad Looch
Ray Contour
Look
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
I’m all good
With your champagne party
Your all good
With your fake love
that your the spice but for street nobody magi Taa!
Back with another
This time I'm taking it further
Turn the mic into a murder weapon
Got these rappers
on with my filthy actions and
Leaving any goodness behind, yet I
Continue tramping trying to find
It's like I'm looking for something that's missing
Inside
the whole hood with me (yeah, yeah)
Don't, you, like, to groove
In your hooptie on your old, flip, flop, sweat shoes
To run yo' tennis shoes
Don't, it,
Look mama, they don't walk like you
Talk like you
Walk around the block with the ugh
Like you
Yeah, that's you
Waist on slim
Slick like a, think like
hammer
Loki nigga with a stick tuck
Teyland know that he like fam to me (Huh?)
He tell me ride, I'ma gas up (Gas)
Might pass the blunt, wait he don't smoke
anger that I had was probably misdirected
And anybody trying to beef with me is undeveloped
You niggas feed into the hate, you niggas anorexic
And any
Yeah
Argh
I don't see no limit aye
Life may be black or white or grey
Who you tryna imitate
I'ma just be myself
Any time and any day
Put em haters in
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