Lyrics:
the rhymes are so bad when they come to me
I'll make your fans step forward, and other rappers flee
Ask me about my skills and I'll reply top shelf, ha ha ha
the rhymes are so bad when they come to me
I'll make your fans step forward, and other rappers flee
Ask me about my skills and I'll reply top shelf, ha ha ha
never look back
I ride solo all the time, it's an integrity hack
Among other things, I'm not always approachable
Unless you got your mind open and you're
shit no more
Know what I'm sayin', (word is bond), no ambition
Put you in that fucked up condition, leave you with your own conviction
Shit was
the only way
It's frightening but it means they'll stay
Together they're gonna make it together
His blue morris van is parked in an alley
Just by
Welcome to my nightmare
Where you're surrounded by killers, it doesn't matter the trigger
To make it out is quite rare
So lace up for a thriller cause
these pages
Thank God that I'm not defined by what I do
Secure in myself so who the fuck are you
Open up your heart and they'll turn it against you
a stool
Said I wasn't worth your time yet I'm able to assume
That your mind is occupied by shit I said just to be cruel
Who's gonna give you the news that
dey punch bars
But I no get attorneys
I be tout
Lyrically the father with the mic
I be your luther king
Avoid me back to back
Before Tupac go pull up
hoes
Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes
Twerk all right getty up Eddie Bow
Bounce for that Outfit twerk for that Elflic
Brawl for that Polaroid
You fuck my mind up fuck my mind up we've been through so much
Say it's behind us right behind us I can call your bluff
Say it's behind us right behind
with that?"
What? I ain't shoot no cop
"The news people matched your whip
A witness had described your fit, same shit i saw you with"
I hung up, I'm
Eddie myst baby ooh
Wa Omo ton so
I say listen to, listen to my booms and vibes make I blow your mind
I say I be vibe, I'm a killer I'm a clown Omo
the papers
See the signs
But I guess no GPS
Can change your mind
Going left
With no directions
Doing fine
Do the crime
Do the time
ROLEX
Bo Jackson
Wait
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
and tells Fanny she's going to be a
Big star some day. Fanny asks how much Keeney is paying her,
And Nick manages to jack up her salary by pretending to bid
fall and rise alter our lives
And tear down the walls
Of your large enterprise
My mind’s eye’s openin' wide
Catch a fork-tongued demon by the tail
But
it... rockin' it
You know the rhymes are so bad when they come to me
I'll make your fans step forward, and other rappers flee
Ask me about my
did the cops come and break up the fight?
All the crack and the drugs, make me feel, the way I feel
All the crack and the drugs.. drugs..
All
Stripper, good Lord
Top chi, not me
Boy, please, whatever
You next, to death
To go, ooh, oh
Who's that? Ring ring
Your number, bang bang
Callin' up
at the encampment
Know you snooze so I enter the sandman
These are the cards I was handed
Hit the stage and make off like a bandit
Mind drifting my decisions random
Never have I ever fell and gave up
But masked my pain like I had make up
I made up my mind n cut those who hate us
Fake chumps take up more space
deceased niggas
Tried to show my mind
Unbind released niggas
But ain't nobody tryna
Make it off the street nigga
What do you know about me
I'm steady
gotta save it chosen 1 so I gotta make it
Richest dick you tasting spending all my
Money Willy nilly bought it by cases time to
Shine whole life was
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