Lyrics:
show my ass out in public, you'd do the same shit if you came from nothing
I made it out, niggas say I got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge
to fail
I've been down so long
Had to stay on my 10 toes
Broke niggas get along
I want a bag in buckets, she want a bag then fuck it. Ooh yeah
I want a bag
mint condition
Or the sig in the car you dissin' muah
Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad
I
us
Throw it on my tab
Cuz I'm running it up
Show us some love
Hope y'all got enough
I got the cash and
I'm running it up
Like eh
Bitch I got it
After
Plugged sixteen shells from a thirty-ought-six
And the Black Crow snuck through a hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I
run it up with my brothers
Been doin this shit for awhile
Step in your shoes run a mile
Step in mine you cant walk nigga
Killed it too early, Poussey
cut class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the shit, faggot (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my ass from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em
as sweet as sunshine?
Darling, don't you see by just standing here by me
You make it so much easier to find?
The hole in the rain, hole in the rain
Don't nobody cry for me, it's only murder
The lights dimmed in my cell block
Cause all the power they got surged into one spot
J's chair hear him
just took a tab of acid feel like I'm the realest doing it
Snakes all around me who you really think you fooling kid
I been heard the hissing in
muthafucka?
I just spent five muthafucking years in the joint
I told you I'll pay your monkey ass when I feel like it
Better suck my dick
Suck on this,
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And a black crow snuck through
A hole in the sky
So I spent all my buttons on an
Old pack mule
And I
likely
I ain't playin around, I am going to town
Bring your toes right here, bring em by the pound
Got a skeet bucket - on my left and right
Get the nipple
I'll tell you when I've had enough
Party by myself
Rather be inebriated
Got nobody else
My words are abbreviated
Buy the whole top shelf
You can't
mint condition
Or the sig in the car you dissin' muah
Get the ratchet go home and just Chris Benoit
I tell a bird like it is you promise the broad
I
It's goin up like da trap a tent
(Camp in) here got da (pack and) shit
Dope told her body drop it- (shawty lo), (bank heads) here hadda (tip)
Boss
around with my gig money
You want your head in a hole, or a hole in your head?
You better dig dummy!
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
I'm
They will get away with
And if you like Piña Coladas
And you getting caught by tu mama
Saying "fuck it"
Standing on a bucket with a collection
every bit of
Confidence from your conscious wit' it
Toss it to my man in the back field
He got options wit' it
Obama phone, really came in handy
I lined
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album,
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle
say on these beats is all facts
No cap in my rap cuz we get involved
I'm here for the paper man I want it all
I ball like a laker shout out to my dawgs
class and ditch it
Now I bully rap, I'm the sh-, f- (sniff it)
Cadillac from a K Car, my a- from a hole in the ground, still can't tell 'em a-part
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