Lyrics:
That dude moved that dope he'll be home in 10
New kids moving in make 'em know the repertoire
I had to walk through hell just to stand next to God
Dice
conversation's never
Taken place and your Facebook face
Ain't the same when in yo basement
We know what you be saying, We ain't playing
I'm reporting it's
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Lemme talk my...
I feel like this one of the only places I can come
And you know really get shit off my chest
Cause you know how niggas be dawg
You
And i aint 'tryna eat you up it ain't lunch time
Just 'wana vibe with you one time
'Cause you too bad to be by yourself
You too fine to be by yourself
You
and it ain't sweet
But I can play by your mind games baby
Moody spicy mixed with crazy
Imma blast off feeling spacey
You bad like an evil dragon
Gun
I ain't choose all these
Life in devils hands
Crime on the scene
Left hand touching the sky
Lawyer need several band
Several bands
Bad bitch, bad guy
my ear
Brings out the devil in me
Hell ain't a bad place to be
Spends my money
Drinks my booze
Stays out every night
But I got
let her wings show
Mami tryna fuck me with her team, that's a team sport
All these bad bitches in this bitch but I ain't seen yours
Muscle car look
nigga, nah
I ain't thinking 'bout you
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
No no, hell nah
Now you want to say you're sorry
Now you want
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
a winding road|Ain't no doubt I was raised by the radio||At 21 - I was born to run|ACDC had me back in black |I was raising hell then I lost myself |And 'Much
But I don't think that they hear us
My bad
My bad, my bad
Maybe I just ain't saying enough
My bad, my bad
Maybe I just don't say it enough
My
Charged up like AC/DC
Highway to Hell, no toll booth, easy
Pass on that, I'ma gas on that
Best dressed here, I put cash on that
Don't talk wild, you get
found
Cry to Christ, while you die inside a bathtub
It ain't a huge task to be drowned
Bitch, shut the fuck up
When I attack it's like being harassed by
I got voices in my head o
Telling me be bad when I wanna do good
The devil in my head o
I'm tryna be polite but a nigga act rude
Demons tryna
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted
fate
Nine, ten, we're out to kill again
Straight from the burning flames of hell
A place where all assassins dwell
Pur back on earth to destroy all
I ain't letting shit go
I mean who the hell give
These people the right
To tell me who I should stand up for?
Goin tell me I represent for those
ain't even have to be like this (fuck)
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Hey, what I am today
I made myself but I
ain't even have to be like this (fuck)
Mistakes made on this road to wealth
I still ain't forgave myself
Hey, what I am today
I made myself but I
be my own best friend
Right ladies? Yes
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't fucking
And believe it
If it aint good as it is don't be erasin
Beat it
Cause they cant see the brush that they use
Tryna love somebody damaged only damages you
And in
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