Lyrics:
rip holes in souls
Then move flocks of foes in straight
The Devil will find a way to infiltrate
(Say what?) , never pray (Uh)
I hear the scandal that be
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
that I been fine, know that I been fly
Blunts rolled to a million 10 of 10 I'm prolly high
All this fake shit kicking I just hope it pass me by
Cuz how
faking the funk
Or building a fake façade
U mirroring a Picasso like a mirage
I follow none of thee above
Reach for what I love
And my vision becomes
blunted
And never fronted and I doubt if I do
Cause if I do
Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
A real nigga
Since you figure that you ready to box
You
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
a stone
To you my dear
* : Haitian Creole Word
*(1) My Mrs
*(2) i know
*(3) what quality you are
*(4) you never changed
*(5) you are always there by my
tryna get to know me
(Big mad, just for nothing)
So I just smile in they face
Cuz the fake shit is all I'm gone see
(I can tell how they comin')
And when
I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut
You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up
Cuz a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine
she said that's what she want
I can't hang with no lame nigga, I can't fake the funk
Did that shit right off the muscle, I'ma flex just like I'm Funk
that beat
I get a bitch ignored, dirty feet
.45 made by Orbit, dirty teeth
Huh, dirty mouth, huh, clean it out
Lil' bitch ain't as freaky as she
the cake
Shake the fake, while keeping my faith
Demonstatin' from the funk shit to the H
I bring the bread to the meat, so put the funk on the plate
You
a lil dope
Man that's all I really need
I was out here serving feens
Niggas out here selling dreams
I remember selling greens
Outside ona Block
Never
Glock bitch it came with extensions
Like who is you?
Nigga bitch I am never ever missing
Mr magic three swervo
Really bout that action
Nigga yelling gang
quit pretending all I
know is get chacha get em like a fucking villian its a scary movie walking by pull up in a hooptie
fucking fooley out here chasing
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
let shots off send ya to the grave
I just can't relate to the fake anyways
Laugh at ya face while I pull out some guap
Big bank take lil bank
And I just
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
combat
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, stickin' up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten
combat
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, stickin' up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten
faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do
I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut
You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up
Cuz a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine
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