Lyrics:
like Tyson’s fist
Displaying my insightfulness
Time to get off the pot or piss
No time for indecisiveness
Yo shout out to Emilio who saw the vision
And deletin all my pics just cause my phone ran out of storage
I hate the courts, extortionist with arrest warrants
Home invasions labeled a bust by paid
the
The editor (and I) ? eliminate my competitor
Time to feel the wrath of full-blooded predator
So in my head I'm on back tracking niggaz
Subtracting niggaz ? I'm
Bitch
She Add Lashes In The Whip
She On Her Kunta Kentai Shit
Cmon?
Lashes And A Whip?
Y’all Niggaz Really Slow As Shit
I’m Tired Of Dumbin’ Down My Shit
gets crucial, cause I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from
I'm a Mobster, looking for the worst of thangs
Retaliation is a must, for all my niggaz in pain
Z-Ro, I tried to chill but they got me wired up
And all
and then he may hit it
We did it all, laugh, joked, drank
Stained niggaz
Now it's crazy to say
That my homie ain't wit' us
It's crazy how I went from
to bitches all that do is make me anxious
When I catch em I might punch em in his shit
& don't ask me who da opps goofy niggaz think dey slick
Ian into poppin
biting my style
Niggaz need to stop teething
I think I got them woke now
Its bout time they stop sleeping
Bout time I start sliding
By that time they stop
some scandalous hoes in my eye sight
Now being the bitch I am, payed it no mind
Gave niggaz that then hoped in the ride
Pulled out the heat from under
wit wit them shooters
Like William B Ruger
If she a freak then you know I gotta doer
And I can hit it all night long
Be like Snoop dogg TIL like 6 in
Life is a gamble its play time
All bad bitches say Tey fine
Niggaz coppin that white
Up in the kitchen on stove tryna make pies
Smoke that leaf yeah that
flexing too much, half of they bitches be all on my nuts.
I go ape shit for this cash, yet I feel like it’s never enough.
Every day I’m filling up a bag,
to
Tell me I don't care
Trying to tell y'all motherfuckers, look
Y'all wasn't there
Turnt, posted up on the block
Waiting for mail
From my niggas posted up
I don't be into that
Dog dog she showed me some ID bee word up
Niggaz got to jail for that
Lot a niggaz go to jail
See you not a regular
d***
And bobblin'
Her knockers a bit
I got a job for them tits
Go on, stroke my c*** for a grip
I feel like Tupac in 'dis b****
Snoop Dogg in 'dis b****
to any tempo
And have you niggaz puzzled while I make it look so simple
Cause deep inside my mental I got stacks of lyrics hidden
That's why I
got
All these bitches callin' him Big Daddy
Ain't that a bitch how this muthafucka
Get rich on my muthafuckin' street
That's supposed to be my
on that mouthpiece no rule 35
Tell them Niggaz run that PSR I bet they CSI
I was in da drive when that bitch was ran by the posse
Mama stashing briccs in my
Lowry
And by struggles, I mean mentally
Physically losing energy
My phone was there chilling all day in bed with me
We off that cause it will go how it is
like Oprah
Gank sacks to smoke off, we all high
If the funk jump, we Loc up cause, we all ride
You know my niggaz down for the homicides and rapes
Po-po
dawg so bite him
I protect what i fight for
I've been tying up my mind
Ronnie Coleman i'm the goat
Work hard yeah i fight for it
Wiz Khalifa my weed
that's for certain
Straight out the mud that means I got it out dirt bitch
I'm out here plotting on a come up niggaz lurking
I'm on my purpose wasting time
of niggaz out here dyeing
Im just playing my part
Moma say go get your money
Cuz they gonna hate you regardless
I got god in every situation
Imma Be safe
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