Lyrics:
Bang bang bang
Pull the trang
As I shoot my shit
And I flaunt my gift
Leaving another stiff
It's me, the D
Yeah the Compton thug
I get down
Now, all nigga pon the corner playin cee-lo
Man you're not a ne-gro, cause you're skin is not black
Take a look at yourself, you're brown and that's
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
the game cool
Ran back and brace yourself nigga cause here it comes fool
"Here it comes fool"
"P.E.T.E.R.M.A.N. ain't' no hoe ass motherfuckers"
Bang
and begin eatin it
In your body, it's structure becomes your structure
All the fear and stress of another
Any drug is addictive by any name
Even drugs
a rebel
Heart can't take no more
Still lost, wait to be found
Whole life, start to fall down
(What you wanna talk about now?)
In my head start to get loud
a whaaburger and some french cries
How ’bout a whineakin? You little sissy boy
God damn James Charles what you
Want a round 2 for?
Thought he had a plan to get
up the confession
Eiht'll put your ass in a state of depression
You're kinda angry cause you're jocked by none
Try to voice your opinion, get smoked by
Crime stories
You get, boy, no glory
Not in these crime stories
I'm tellin? you right now, no glory
Scene I
Too Big and the Hammer rollin? on a hit
get up in that business not wasting any tape
A lot of natives round here yo all they do is pray
Instead of making things change they gone waste another
(Another Marcus Brown Mixtape)
I'm finna' fuck up a check, I'm finna fuck up a check (aye)
G I just fucked up a check, I think I just fucked up
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Listen up I got a story to tell
Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell
Say dog, listen up I got a story to tell
Say man, listen up I got this
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
here we go
Here is the way that we get in the mood
The environment is set by you
No matter where you are, it's something to do
Turn the music up
interrogates me
I play it cool I’m not a fool I know these people hate me
The look in his eyes said fear doubt and uncertainty
Murder me if it goes viral might
shite I've had to listen to day in
And out at all me lunch breaks on the site surrounded
By a load bums that run their mouths brown's
All I hear and now
keeps you sane
Let me fly
You made a total fool of yourself again
Let me see you
Come around thinking that you've had a better day
Another time
Look
Girl the shadows get cold underneath
Ask yourself who you posting to be
Tryna find myself interrupted by 12 at the door they both here for me
Two
another broken heart
I keep bitches by them two's nigga, Noah's Ark
I got a seven on me
I call my dro' Lamar
Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart
of the
So-called radical man by 2045
Let's get radical
Let's get radical
Watch me now
Schooled in the art of digital games
When the war broke out they called your
It's at least 100 degrees, sweating like a fool
Aight, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Young Juice, ayy, ayy, okay, okay
By any means I gotta get it
You can
on his back
Call up hotboy cause I know he on a jugg
Charles his my line say he need another pack
Come to the back we got pound of that act
Come by
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