Lyrics:
What have I done?
What have I done?
Find a deep cave to hide in
In a million years they'll find me
Only dust and a plaque
That reads, "Here Lies
hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty
a million better have a mill' to spend
Greenbacks, Euros, Swiss Francs or Yen
You could be a genius but you won't get far
If your face is better by
Guess my brain is working harder than it should
When it comes to things I hate I really could
Use a little bit of help I’m such a dick
I judge everyone I
running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
She's impressed by a fat
went, I could feel that on my backside
I said, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
They would grab me by the hand
And you start taking off like
infested with devils and snakes
I see the hate in your eyes when I walk by
Taught by your people, to hate black people
Take the sheep 'til they're severed
while you can, man and stop hatin me
Fuckin with my shit cuz I
Got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions, niggas don't
that ass like some pump dick
Feel respect from my balls I don't pause for shit
I'm quick to empty my clip and hit the gas bitch
Drive by, four
'm coming back
I'll slap you with a million
Fuck the first of the month,
We getting paid by the clock
I took that bitch to Nobu
My dineros not a taxi drive
and
I'm slowly losing all my self control
There's only one thing I can say it's
I could spend forever always loving ya
But If I let you go would you be
sat by.
Yes Yes, is the music there for listening,
Is the poetry there for perception for even tired eyes?
Let's rub noses in the smell of things
was sixteen
PTSD, I ain't sleep so I don't got dreams
Two things ain't runnin' out, this money and this lean
Two things I care about, my family
Ngifun ama-millions (I want millions)
njenguBaba wasendlini (Just like the man of my house)
Wathi ngisendleleni (He says I'm on my way)
Ugwayi kaGogo
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
don't impress me
Your swagger on a million
And still you're favorite
Shorty want to sex me
I be rapping like a marathon
Lapping other rappers
Like
Astronaut hot, I'm that kind,
Stacks on stacks, racks on racks.
I keep mud on standby,
Gas on real niggers that you can't even stand by.
[Chorus]
I
the centerpiece
Their envy is a mental thing
Which is seen by me as misery
How do you want what I have
It’s impossible, you can’t grab
My mental states like a dang
by the way I was treating
Myself, give it all away while I'm feeling so depleted
But I'm ok with it make sure that my people eating
I got other things
living here
There's been laughter there's been tears
But I wouldn't trade a million bucks for this
Seems like these walls are held up
By a thin coat
to catch a friendly
Strays from the same shade nigga, we on the same team
Giving you respect, I expect the same thing
All-black everything, nigga you know
for the liberty
But receive nothin', but misery
And hard times, and things of that nature
By the devil in a genocide caper
Little Boy Peep, has lost
Dipper Nan
He's the Maggot,
He tucked me up-tight-shrewd-don't give a fuck,
The Maggot,
One in a million,
Trust my luck-I wish it was a billion.
We used to be the best of friends
Tied by our souls
Like no one other
Told me your secrets
I told you mine
Cause I ain't out here
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