Lyrics:
my beats and Campana Brothers seats
The heaven part for me is
Knowing I can wake up when I'm finished with my sleep
Ain't no kids to feed, no
and hos
No one knows where the lead poison goes
Cause I'm in the ho checks
Yeah, come off the Rolex
If not, I'm a give Bonnie some
Film at 11 by Connie
Now the sky's blackening
I know the mark's high, butter–
Flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp,
this a risky buissiness
A No Limit Souldier
Commanderin' Cheif
An' Michael Jackson
Can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real
human, good or bad
But I also don't respect you and I don't care if that's good or bad
You see you are no M-L-K you are no Jesse Jackson,
You are
human, good or bad
But I also don't respect you and I don't care if that's good or bad
You see you are no M-L-K you are no Jesse Jackson,
You are
Jackson,
You are nobody, to me, your just another don king,
With a perm, haha just a little more political,
And that just means you're a little
a nigga momma house up, no talkin'
(Shh) Too much talkin'...
Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'
Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'
Got
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
"Jackson, you can't record yet"
Can't stop workin' hard
Same drive, different car
Don't think I'm a fraud
I just don't care at all
If you see me out
your way and take a seat in just a minute it's curtains up
It's a circus
Filled to the brim with the worthless
Step right up and get to witness
the shortest
Way to the shore is
Most died in vain, it's a shame no one noticed
The few that survived stood by and gave up
They watched and cried as their home
and how we wrap bricks with petroleum
Clean strips like custodians (uh-huh)
My rap sheet got coke on it, my stash house got broken in
West signed me, I
singing
I see Mrs. Parker done moved the whip where she used to park er
I gotta stop by Zion house he got my fire starter
I'm tuned out, Grandma still
the deck, watching my step til my foot on they neck
Put em in check, Born as a threat
I'm in a league with the rookie and vets (Rookie and vets)
House full
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Improve my means by any means necessary
We getting by but we're just getting by barely
Shit scary
Unh yeah
Just let it breathe a little
K-N-G with an X in
Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far ahead I get, I
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
Just because I put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries
shit like Aladdin
Presidents what I’m stacking
Rubber bands how I’m snapping
Don’t like it that’s too bad ride by your house the speakers blasting
My
valentía
Y nos inoculaban
Como a Michael Jackson
Que nunca había dado
Pasos en la luna
Y como descubría
Que la Reina madre
Era un gran lagarto
Me daban
up in yo town with flames getting out of my mouth
Real talk, no cappin'
I rap what I lived throughout this route
I'm more like a roundabout
Can lead
I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that,
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