Lyrics:
inside a nigga-rigged time machine
Powered by bones of those
Who choose to survive by violent means
Plain sight, or hiding behind the scene
Whose
to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city nigga and bring my name up
I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up
Call a nigga up, email him or chirp
vici, I came, I saw, I conquered
They mad 'cause I murdered the game
And their name wasn't in the will
You see, most of these haters are mad rappers
Like you can't spell my name
Without spelling I'm him
Like a younger version of HOV
Blinged out to brim
Underrated but I'm skill with the pen
promise you don't want
To tempt me
Got the game in a state of rage, a frenzy
If they're speaking on my name and hate
It's envy i ain't missin' my target
in the rain
Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name (what was his name?) you
version but in grown up version
Couldn't be same ever since I been bullied
Gotta man up and fight back
Could call me bad kid but was taught stand my
came, I saw, I conquered
They mad cause I murdered the game
And their name wasn't in the will
You see, most of these haters are mad rappers who's just
The forces of justice call his name
In Hoots We Trust
By the power of the Holy King of Unst
For the Glory of Dundee
To win this epic battle, in his power we
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
enjoy the music
Smoked out like a player and you know the name
Break a bitch quick, really, biggest in the game
Baby, I come running
Just keep me
off the burden
A living testimony, the Lord used it as a sermon
Upgraded obedience, I'm on a whole different version
You speak the truth, what comes
They know they can't let nobody
Tell 'em they can't do it
They know they gotta lead the best version of themself
They know they can't get let down by
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
know the name
Break a bitch quick, really, biggest in the game
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm
I sit with this vision of me
In a place where I’m better (eh)
But know that I ain’t
Cause I came from a place
Where the game is a set up
Been chasing
The holy bible
In its dark version
Will be professed
By the evil messiah
I feel the fear
When he is coming
He wants my soul
In your hands
Wait for
The holy bible
In its dark version
Will be professed
By the evil messiah
I feel the fear
When he is coming
He wants my soul
In your hands
Wait for
it called me back
Forget my pride shit I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work music
Recognised by my art that I spill in my game
Pour my
you're a flop I be bringing the pain
Live for the rap got me going insane
Missing your shot I'm a hit with the fade
Your playing cod bah this isn't a game
The only thing we got.
Everyone said that you were goin to change,
but when 2-1 came, you were still in the game.
'92s new version of Bonny and Clyde,
the flavor
Of the words wasted by my mouth
Syndicate the seasons
Then replay the re-runs everyday
I feel just like an extra in a role without a name
It worked
I'm not afraid anymore
Who are you?
What's your name?
How did you know?
What do you say?
I don't understand
I don't understand
What's in
you new what I'm earning
Bitch with the tits
And the nips like burgers
Surrounded by Germans
Couple of Jürgen
Copying my style
There's to many versions
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