Lyrics:
Fuck niggas gotta feel me
Make a hater wanna kill me
Rap game this the real me
Too hot gotta chill me
Burn a nigga gotta grill ye
Broke days shit
metriche alla quid games
Rip boy come Lil Peep
Che vuoi skills da tekken three
Sex toy per te lil bitch
Mixa sul kick snare come Lil Wayne
2Chainz come Jimmy
Finger rolls, finger waves, closet full of old leathers
Old sweaters, old boots, that's a whole suit for some cold weather
New sale, two L's and some old
molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram
Eat molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram
Eat molly by da gram, eat molly by da gram
I made a molly song two
daylight
Niggas way off in the game but don't play right
Motherfuckers wanna really check the temperature
Pop pop get rocked two shot deranger
4 5 all day
a new breed and style of rap like me
I had the patience to study the game
Dr Dre made two chronics and this is chronic three
I make classic hits
forth when I have no place to go
Ima Richard Son but I'm feeling kinda broke
2 Chainz Round my neck I ain't going back to ropes
I seen success in my
had tools in it
And you notice that it didn’t have windows
That the first fucking million dollar bando
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
Some niggas came in the game
Double R
Look at me now motherf
Two-thousand-and-one, "Kiss the Game Goodbye" let's get it on
It's the J-A-D-A
I got beef with the feds and the D-A
gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up
You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change
Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game
And we done lived
the rap
Why they got to kill just to rap
Screwing evil thoughts in the back of their head
Pray five four three two only one god
No pain when the music hit
my tunes
Like a 2 way mirror, I'm letting you all in
So It's only polite to smile and then wink
Back to Rap
You ain't ALL the spirit of Pac so how
standin' by da scene
Purple codeine inside a nigga drink
Presidential Rolley had 2 take out a lens
If you wasn't gettin' money nigga den we need 2 leave
change
And always keep a extra clip man
Blow da brains
On damn near everything I roll man
Been on my game
Every since them crocked folks came
Keep my
Ima conqueror da game why I'm painting this picture
Ima drown in this cup I ain't even no drinker
Lost in my thought and I start over thinking
like why
gun-blazin, and keep yo' head up
You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change
Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game
And we done lived
For everybody barrie the body ruining my name
Meth man left hand Game Boy Advanced
Def Jam's employee of the month now let's dance
[Chorus: x 2
Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
She was pregenant by me once, glad she didn't have it
'Cause I be paying child
NIGGAZ STILL BANG/BANG, AYYY
WE ALL THE SAME, LIKE A FREE SLAVE BOY WE OFF THE CHAIN/
IF IT'S A VIBE THEN CALL ME TWO CHAINZ, CUZ WE GOIN LIVE LIKE WE
a new breed and style of rap like me
I had the patience to study the game
Dr Dre made two chronics and this is chronic three
I make classic hits
turning up my 1&2s
This ain’t RAP this is Rhythm & Blues
Money in the booth, baby I can’t lose
love to talk shit but we all know the truth
To get where
write no letter
You niggas ain’t visit
I took a plea, I said fuck it, I did it
YRN 2, nigga listen up, hear it
We back on our shit
You can’t fuck with us
A wo-wo uh woahhh
A yea-yea uh yeahhh
Check it out
Check it out
Chuck it out uh
1 2
1 2 3 4
All black attire, lay in ya ass in a casket
Get
glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled by the game
Aint no glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled up by the mutha
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