Lyrics:
Lil kids running up when they hear the beat knock
Crank it to the max whenever I pass cops
Heart skip a beat whenever the bass drop
My shit is quakin
Basically, can't fuck with me
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental, based
Basically, can't fuck with me
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental, based
put that on reverend
Been a grown man since age 11 (11)
Mind on the guap since 7 (7)
Rest in peace to my homie Kevin
I admit it, I admit, I admit
Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy
Half my life ago, didn't sell no dope
I sold dope fiend music for your stereo
Sittin at the crossroads in '84
I knew hella motherfuckers that was
than you FUCK THEM ALL... don't judge me by my words
I rather die by the truth, than dying in lying (don't mind the ruthers) CoviD 19 money making
the vibe
Something I can't describe
Makes me feel alive
Now maybe I'm talking
Too soon to assume
But I think she knows about stereo
Seems to me, like you got
Got eyes on my back
So I know they gon plot
No you can't see me Harry Houdini
Some shit up my sleeve
You don't know what I got
They saying feed me
It
Harry: (singing)
I can't seem to make up my mind!
Something about mammys
Seems so sublime...
That's the broadway word
Used when they rhyme
A song about
can't avoid this temptation
When I exploit, I explode off detonation
Push my buttons and I go off with no explanation
Been in my mind lately
Yeah
to bring Stereo out, need a band
Can't even send it, need that in my hands
I got a shorty she straight out of France
Yeah, Fat Joe she make me lean back
around and hit that coke, it make my nose bleed (ayy)
I put this shit together like a job (put this shit, whoa)
I put that shit together like a job (put
hearin' us when we bang
So I turn up the music and then lust then we came
Now I know the neighbors know my name
Can't help 'cause that's my style
More
Off today
Two girls
When im feeling great
Take my time
But never late
Fill my cup
I’m up
Oh wait
Fill my cup
I’m up
Oh wait
I forgot
Can’t feel my
Here's a taste!!!
Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese
Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise
I eat a can of beans,good for my heart
About 1
it's all net
She know all really want is neck
I'm tryna put in her chest and make her feel it in her breast
What's on my mind after that really that's
can't no one guard me
Think in wavy shooting for stars
See I'm the man
Can you make it a large please
I need ketchup
You gone need just more than some
Turn up when they hear me in the stereo
Money, women on the dude in the video
But I ain't like that so now we know
Why won't they put us on the radio?
I'm the real thing in stereo
I got a little highs, I got a little lows
Follow this melodic flow
I can make it shine, I can make it glow
I'm the real
rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
the studio I might make a track
I might make it hit
I might make it slap
Shoutout to Maroto but I don't fuck with rats
Im a tell my bitch to buss it open bring
everywhere like a stereo
If you were in my stereo
I'd never turn off the radio
A nigga gotta chase the bag I gotta go yeah
I can't let these bitches make me
happiness
Millionaires suicidal, how sad it gets
When I go through it I don't know what's happening
When I make choices my mind state is adamant
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