Lyrics:
patron"
If you wanna keep with them bad habits that's fine
You think I'm with it then you out your rabid ass mind
They'll say tricks are for kids, most
We're passengers in time lost in motion
Locked together day and night by trick of light
I must take another journey
We must meet with other names
you're the GOAT
But I'm The Gunner, bitch, I got you in the scope (brra)
Don't have a heart attack now (no)
Somebody help your mans up (help)
Knees
addibles
Get's shoot out by a catapult
Each soul to the outer vault
Each body covered in guilty clay
Somewhere into the Milky Way
Roman, Chinese Empires
the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like
I'm smoking backwoods in the back
I'm hitting your bitch
She threw it back
By the end of the night
Bet I made some racks
I'm high like a kite
run for cover
Over the fence and open fire, "Alright now, here we go"
These motherfuckers on my ass I'm in traffic, will it be tragic?
I'm
on a trench coat, wig and some goggles
If'n you resist, you may not see tomorrow
I'm in there, I den dared the police couldn't get me
But I made a slip up:
up all in my business dawg that's a no no
I've been different ever since
Yeah I'm in the mix
I'm in control, I'm in my zone don't tell me how to live
excellence
Hot like on a detective list
It's simple shit that's keeping you from the shift
You a simp, a trick, or in love with your own dick
Distractions,
through your trick cut it out
Drop the curtain take a bow
Time to sober
See the world all by myself
Been reckless been alive
At least we’re in love tonight
her by day but we don't know
Karen by night
In the stockroom searching for a 9B
I overheard Karen whisper on the phone
She said, "Meet me
goin you ain't knowin' how much money you spent
But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents
Who hang around you cause you be buyin'
the polar
World get cold like Minnesota
I just hope that when I'm in it
Feel like a Yatchy going swimming
Nigga I don't do no simping
Ain't no slacking on my
don't want to overheat, I just wanna rest in peace
The wage of sin is death, spiritually I'm unemployed
That's a place I will avoid, get to heaven
fucked up
I would be the big willy nigga with my feet up
But I'm in the field killin' for a meal
Around fake hoes talkin' about they keep it real
own by myself tho Need no help hoe
They dont stick to me like velcro
Try to melt me down
But Im money man
Watch a nigga fucking touch his toes do
rock no masquino shit
I don't know know labeled me no trick
Biatch! You should pay me for dick
All I'm gone do is fuck you crazy
Bust a couple nuts,
Buckee,
But you see who it be, its Finney,
Grown man representing for the 903,
Up in that northeast, from that Dallas,
They tryna build a house, I'm tryna
bought me a hellcat
She say I'm a dog so I bought me a frenchie
I stay out the way I'm still hated by many
I pull up and catch me a play in some Fendi
pinkett (pinky) promise even if I’m interviewed/
By daily news amused entangled like Django/
But unchained stayin in tune like A I humans/
Eluding
can't escape, I'm in bad shape
You making love to someone else is more than I can take
And so I make all the movement I can to no avail
Scream
bleedin' (damn)
And now you wanna bitch and can't ball all season
Yo, I'm rollin' Phillies up with the 76ers (come on)
And got my Heat up in Miami
I couldn't care less what you feel what you say
'Cause I gotta put it to you in my own special way, I'm a monster
You know I'm certified sick
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