Lyrics:
try to think of bars
This hard it'll cause an aneurysm
Grams of get rolled up in backs pussy
Listen, every damn religion more
Fiction than fact pussy
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And you know how it is and you know when its gravy next up
Chigga chigga Slim Shady
[Eminem]
I don't figure this rap shit out, I map shit out
dope than I do (Damn!)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!)
You know you
We tryna do more than just make music
Don't wanna lose it
Creativity explicatives
Yall done abused it misused it
Good music's what we came here for
trust no hoes and trust no nigga, niggas either/ Try to take my weed, I got
More power than She-ra/ Dirty-South diva
I rise like Mya/ My high is comin'
iller than me
It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 (Slim Shady)
Nobody better test me, 'cause I don't wanna get messy
Especially when I step inside
out there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us
That's what they want
They want you, Marshall
They keep screamin' your name
It's no wonder you
But then again
This is thugs music
Created by these hooligans
Who used these blacks
And abused them
Then created rap music
Through their foolery
This
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
baby?
Kelo, what's poppin' baby?
Kelo, what's poppin' baby? Slim G'z
(Hey) Dub-O, Machine Gun Kells
(It's ya boy GRAMZUNKUT, man
Repping that level thugs
drums on it
Bigger than Loretta Devine
With a shot better than Steph and
LeBron, I'm on my grind, bitch
Pass the baton
I'm rap crack packed in a bong
One
raps weigh more than music
The more I write, the better I do it
And right now my stock is up
I do me from day one, huh
My nigga you know where it hit
can't trust not a
Soul inside these streets
I made a video out there in Copenhagen
So the homies can see
To let 'em know it's more
Than just Pamela Lee
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
the other ones
I'm cracking at the seams, backed by hopes and dreams
Knowin that there's more to life than dope and CREAM
But at the same time, I'm trying
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
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Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
(Don't get no realer than this)
It's more
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Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects
We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
(Don't get no realer than this)
It's more
is constantly rising
By learning to be a lot more compromising
Digital nomading. Making a living designing
Synchronized energy, self-care,
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