Lyrics:
I be repping it (Uh)
Trapstar for life I be repping it
Give a fuck bout that clout I ain't chasing it
I don't give a fuck, bout that
Do it by myself
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll
friends
Only tha gang, only tha bros
I'm from West Memphis, it might sound like a game, but it get wikid
Mane, I can't trust none of these people, they be
you're impressed, I get to slim
We are getting on this road to kill or be killed by this bitch
I am still in search of love
How should we go about this
would be if he ever had one
Chandeliers, pool tables, and pumping dro by the bathroom, huh
He's interrupted by some nigga like, ay young
Anybody out here
dress, long legs, high heels, slim waist, thick thighs, and that ass
My, my, my, my ride or die
Yeah, you, knew you had me sprung, but I had you sprung
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
and the power
And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know
And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the Calliope
Like Glenn Miss, Sam Scuddy, Pee-Wee
L.
Back on the road again
I had a little woman in Memphis
She wanted to be my bride
She said, settle on down, traveling man
You can stay right by my
the hood, right where I be at
Don't go to the store, that's where they deep at
Right there by the dope, that's where I keep that
Big ol' MAC-11, knock your
See this lifestyle that I'm living right now
You could've been right by my side
We did say forever you and I right
Whatever happened to that
It
He telling all his visions
See his future on a mount
He don't never count the numbers
Rather let the numbers count
The best way to get around
Is by
turned two
Yet that's the year Ida B. Wells Barnett was born
Born to rebel and fight for those caught in the net that Jim Crow set, or should I say
Noose
New Year's
And I swear I'll be famous
I'm gonna hear the cheers
I want Yeezys for Christmas
And oh, I think that you miss this
You use to be my misses
New Year's
And I swear I'll be famous
I'm gonna hear the cheers
I want Yeezys for Christmas
And oh, I think that you miss this
You use to be my misses
the issue
If I wasn't getting paid nah Id be pissed too
She be out so late nah she don't miss you
Cuz if she really did
She'd be out with you
Got me like oh
you motherfuckers babysitted
I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (yeah)
Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions
I be
they say them niggas strapped
We got guns too, I'm really lettin' you know it's just you and me, woah
Say Slim got identified by his dentals
I'm tryna
That'll never be told, na, uma hold that to the death of me
God put breath in me, Moms and Pops did they best for me
Memphis raised a nigga, but fuck it,
the dizope
While me and Xzibit was ballin' by cizoast
I'm the black Slim Shady so don't try to play me
Turn a six into a Bentley and drive em' crazy
Roll
life I like I gotta make that mine
And when I make up mine you can't change my mind
Life can be a bitch and it hurts sometimes
But by the end of it all
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
going
Guess I'll keep going
My pupils they be dilating
Why you always violating
Psychedelic migrating
The Lucy got me vibrating
Nike socks 'n' the Waffle
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