Lyrics:
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
me
Ain't your property
Top velocity
Got em blaring this shit
Spit so sharp, when I hit the mike
Put a tear in it
Got facts in my backpack
Never
Mm hmm
Hello?
Hey girl, how you doing?
Hey Kelly
My little brother's on the line and needed advice from you
Ooh what can I do for you?
Oh, it's just another manic Monday
Six o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian
chilling, 'cause my real life like a book (uh-huh)
Blue steel knife for the jugg so don't be that life that I took (nigga)
And next time you sneak diss me,
want you to walk down
Walk down the freedom road
Brown baby
Brown baby
Now baby
Lie away
Lie away sleeping
Lie away here in my arms
While your
You wait little girl
On an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life little girl
Is an empty page
That men will want to write
'cause my white tee
I mean like high key
I was chosen to fight in a pair of Mikes
Over polite holding a knife
They hold my life in low regards hoping
I'm a thug but I got a heart like Kev in there
And I can't let this girl throw her life away
Kick the door in the room and told her to put the knife
can't believe
Una I pull up in the Mercedes
See my pedigree
Nwoke di hot hundred degrees
Inspired the kids
We the next in line but you're the shit (Yeah
Show me how to love
Together we can grow
What you think about forever
With you it don't seem too long
Girl I need a little more
Time with you is all
Saying everything's okay
And if I make it out this thug life
I'll see you again someday
I wish, I wish, I wish
I wish, I wish, I wish
Voices in my
it?
I'm about to pop that clowns balloon I ain't scared shit
If the kid don't fit
Know this
I ain't never drill in my life but I still bring
My Dad was a logger. I buy notebooks to support his cause
Books are made out of trees chopped down by men unlike my pa
'Cause my old man was not
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
Frettin' that me n my mens tryin' to get the light
Thinkin' shes superwomen, but black Kryptonite
Finishin' whatever you start, son
Best lookin' crime
Girl you need to find some friends
You know what I’ve been getting in
Grinding till my legs bend
And f****** all the women that you call friends
the mystery and fear, inevitable
And so I'll try to leave my mark on you all
Teach a little something to leave them in awe
Don't try to underestimate my
bitches to get abortions
I'm married to game, my mistress is fame
My girl Paq the closest, she know I ain't gon' change
Go insane in a world evil as ours
to get by
See you just trying to be fly
Until I jack you for your Mike Amiri
Please excuse the aura
I bring horror bitch my life is scary
You might can't
changed my life
Whatever happens in this world
You'll always be daddy's little girl
Oh little lovey when you laugh out loud
Well, that's become my
not the one to deceive yea
You can have fun with these low lifes
Yea I'ma be in the stars like Mike
I feel it, I feel it in my dreams
I see you, I see
to the pen'
Just finished my last shit, don't want me writing again (too many men)
But they ain't out to get me
Nah, they just try to get in with me
But I
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