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thang-
What I said? How I tell em?
Uh- I said- I said- yeah, I be on some sh-
Yeah, I do my thang
I ain't gon' give 'em that I'ma let em
I do my thang
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
sub', harassing
I'd count my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
like a hell hole
And I think my weight was raining down
I think I dropped a hell(hail) stone
Calling aunties, save me now
Mumzy hiding it, got fam
worthless
Stroll through the city at 14 dirtless
Put in my work and alert the service
(Tell 'em) who could've knew me
Lil foster, kid fin to end of the world?
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with
I switch my voice like some little kids
On some silly shit "Slim" chances
You'll remember this
It's my m&m and denace and spencer diss
Yo when I rip
the kids alone
All my powerful women
Y'all deserve a throne
Keep your head up and stay strong
All my powerful women
No matter what
Never give up
I
rich in a sense
Yea
Been dragged through the mud
By these hoes for a while
And that shit really hurt
Now I'm done
Imma show em whose boss
And from now
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
do it again
Give em different flows for an hour
Motherfucker you should give me my flowers
Yah uh
Ugs only out for money and power
Hustle harder than
been easily brainwashed by just one sentence
It goes: all men are created equal
That's why corrupt governments kill innocent people
With chemical
what they want
Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on makin' money
I hope you don't think my story's amazin'
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it
I never had a clue
Tie my shoes like a kid then watch the blues clues
Looking for answers like a dunce up in the classroom
Don't get it twisted I
Nigga ain't tryna fight
Hold up swerve
Unc betta give me a verse
Cocky mothafucka got da nerve, lyrical nerd
You catch a chemical burn, when y'all niggas
this shit for me, I do this shit for my kids
I teach 'em how to go and get it when they ready to leave
I'm tired of livin' up in hell when I know
Making jokes and you give me hell
You can win a whale, out in Winnipeg
I got better bars than the county jail
Ima drink a beer, Ima do my jig
Way I'm
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my beretta, too
I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
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