Lyrics:
the planet rockin' with me
Whole planet rockin' like this
[Chorus]
I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
By the bulge in my pants so let's do
in the puddin'
Everything happened for a reason
Through this music I'm able
To feed the family
When I'm stressed out, it's my sanity
It's a lifestyle
Now I pull off the lot in a new foreign
Say fuck all you niggas, I know you ain't with me
This AMG63, I gotta get it (go get it)
24 inches, I want my
a bottle, this Captain Morgan attacks my organs
My slow flow is euphoric, it's like I rap endorphins
I made a pact with the Devil that says "I'll let you
of all evil
'Cause crooked or legal
It's all manipulated by the eagle
And be my motive for murder
[Chorus]
[Twista]
Lord knows I was hurt from
a real tingle
Money in this pocket, that pocket, can't even walk, I'm a real penguin
Respect, I'ma live by it, die by it, yeah, just for my people (oh,
a fight
This city will be burned down by the night
Yeah I be Raven about Baltimore, talking about taking shit out of the store
My desert eagle, my people
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve (what's that on your sleeve?)
Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve (what's that on your sleeve?)
Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking
sucka
Don't let nobody play you like you play dough
Don't turn into a Sonny or a Fredo
What goes around comes around dig it
Don't be the one that spun up
Pull up, slide, is you gon let me inside
She gon' haunt me at the burial site
My new bitch a side kick
I think she got her attitude from her mother
used to this
Now she's holding all my food and shit
I tell her keep stepping and I might even let you go an cruise the ship
I'm high... fresh pick... new
house
We gonna do a little something like this...
Yeah...Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun
So let's proceed with lychin', yo
My uzi weighs a ton
So
and white baby this shit Michael Jackson
Cremate your body we scatter the ashes
Half of my niggas are gone that's a fraction
I Double my money there ain't no
out there by the ocean
I'm rolling all my spliffs by the two now
Only really want it if this shit could knock your tooth out
I'm cool with whatever
with that fricking attitude and lack of gratitude
No wonder why I lost interest in this relationship
Can't be with somebody who constantly accuses me
The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm
the hell you in my presence?
It'd be cool if you was askin' me some reasonable questions
But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo' last beer (for real)
Get
what you're stealin'
Your open-wound style needed some healin'
You're stripped out by my flow
I'm glad you know behind
This spark I got the
Phattest
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh
I sit back collect the
Yeah, you know I'm in that mood
She be givin' attitude
But not like that, not like that
I sit back, collect
Environmental but in actuality
I cut them down and let me print more money, bitch
The burden coming with the fame, bitches know me by my name
Haha bitches know me
Said this is my kingdom
I'll give you this kingdom
Just worship my name and it's yours Name it its yours The money
The women the cars will be farther
Outside, fuck it man I'm outside
What's it like to be an outcast
Look Mrs. Jackson, I'm way past that
Haven't seen B and Mo in a minute
Had to stop
Hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm, uh, uh
Sometimes I was held down by the gravity of my pen (pen)
Sometimes I was held down by the gravity of my sin (sin)
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