Lyrics:
this ain't for you it's for the thugs, honey
Ayo, my shit's the truth, hunnid fifty proof no question
Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes
entertained by helping enemies bleed
Let all the bodies soak in all the blood and the smoke cause they came for no pity
I bloody cut chop up they shell goes
that be looking so stupid
Getting in the fights at reunions
She used to be inspired by the writers, now she's tired of the biters
No desire for
give him two shots to his face, 'cause he lied to me
Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
You ain't no street nigga
You ain't
complex, as long as they get their check
Now look, it’s just business
Ain’t no good reason for it
They try to keep us enslaved and we still try to ignore it
times
Now my man Book ain't writing me back
So I figured, try to reach 'em with rhymes, no listen to Mac
We thuggin' for life gonna take it
And then
of all that, y'all are gay
I rep the Bay the only Mac's I fucking back
Are Mall and Dre
You wanna hit the beach on some Speedo shit
Pick up some little
a good reason
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll for a good reason
[Post-Outro]
By the way, who is this beast you speak of?
[Part 11]
[Verse 1]
Everyone
moving damn dumb
Beat the beat up like a damn drum
I ain't here for the fucking tantrum
No I'm not the one Davis Baron
Do what I say I'm the captain
Like I’m the Mac
Like I’m deserving
That’s no cap
I love baby that’s fact
Show my love like it’s a tat
Is that your door let me get that
Getting in more
We are leaders
This is Tecca N9na in your arena
We saw no reason
Yea
Start shit
For no reason, mosh pit
For no reason, our shit
For no
without no sins cast the first stone
But I am so not him so let me go on home
Get home and he will find his hat on
Who's family when this all went on?
black
Might blow some stacks
Say "Fuck it" by the rack
Straps go clack, need cheese with the mac
Ayy
With the mac, cheese with the mac
Shawty all up
peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three
Mr. Grant, Davis and me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I swear by God it is
like computers
Im in it with my shooters
And we and in no Ubers
And uhh, roll with me
Zack and Cody me
Live the suite life
And y'all like Mr. Oglesby
(People all over the world)
I'm promptin' (style)
Pick a style, any style, Strong Isle
Representation, sensationalization
"Scenario" for the radio,
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Canseco, we balling
But this ain't no ball game and I ain't got no bat
And all y'all niggas small change,
On the brink of the
On the brink of 2021, I almost died
December 27th it could've all been over
Since that day I have not been sober
No exaggeration
No
town
Under the bucket that goes down
No one knew of it but three:
Mr Grant, Davis and me
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I swear by God it is
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