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Beasts in the cage
Jumpin' off the stage
Divin'
Thrivin'
Strive for a better day SA
Beat back by flesh
Shattered doors braggin' fists
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, nigga?
I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
I don't weirdo with queer clothes
I
decline, it ain't no Patsy, baby!
Light some sage 'cause your spirit is wrong
How the fuck you don't bob your head while hearing this song?
I bop and weave
mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns
It's, just another form of slavery, a modern day lynchin'
The others get
my friends 'cause it's just how we were made
And with every passing day life is feeling great
Sippin' warm Baja Blast even God knows I fucking ate
the Deacon
Cat's away, well, the mice will play
Lol, smiley face, have a nice-a day
'Cause pop, pop, pop, there goes my rubber band
So stop, stop, stop
bouquet
And by the look at my paint, man it's a wonderful spray
Sucker trynna fuck my high up on a sucker-free day
I told that sucker park your whip cause
you go see myself
You know wetin BTC Dey talk
Which day me self I go buy Benz
Na why I dey sha poly pelu jedi mi
Ti bati lowo ni mafi chelsea si
I've been bossing a move
Dem boy living on snooze
Altenate bob init
I don't wanna chat about rambos but
I can tell you a little more about bando
2021
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them
so they could tell what he had done
R.I.P. to Alpo, cause he left the world with a son
Focus up you got to have your racks stacked, plus the bonds
Two
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
up
Can't trust nobody, can't let 'em get me caught up
Get up in my way he gon' get his head bust
Bob their head to my music, but don't feel my pain
[Chorus: P. Dot]
When them guns goes off, we be ready for war
When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor
When them guns goes off, and them sirens
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
Rather than see the D.O.C
From a p.o.p as loud as B.O.B
Don't run in crowds
Just run around with
My heart and my name
Don't hunt em down
They come in
too
Mad relatable
Ask about them P's I'm like yeah Imma take a few
Last me a day or two
Know how we coming lah bitch
You know how I'm is
Know that you
I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine
I had a little stretch of land along the C.P. Line
But times were hard, and though I tried,
you fucking
Female, you ain't a hero, speaking of them; R.I.P to Rik Mayall, look
Oh my God, another one, does this motherfucker stop?
No he don't, no
as Bob Flay
Yeah, in my mind is wild
Shows of a crowd
Mills by the pound
Check the legendary fit, yeah historic drip
Number two on jets, bitch I'm fly
day they will see I'm G.O.D
And my aura is the Place To Be
Like Slaughterhouse feat. B.O.B
Never needed a M.O.B to ante up like M.O.P my G
D.E.P with
Rock
If you white you roll with your head down at your socks
No roadman asking please for your 50p or you get dropped like it's hot
Snoop Dogg & Bob
ain't right what you give me
It's with me daily
I do the Tay k in a sticky situation
Bob and weave Muhammad Ali when I'm in them cages
First day put I
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