Lyrics:
on the first
When I only get paid on the third
That's why I'd rather get paid by the eighth, can you blame me
Less bullshit talking, more big smoke flaming
around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For
telling me what I'm gonna be
Cause I'm gonna tell you the opposite
Yeah I'm gonna roam around this world like a zombie
VIRUS
Couldn't give a shit what you
Cause one day I'll say that it paid off
Plus I know my life is in God's hands
The devil could never stops Gds plans
I'm changing the world while the beat
gonna push this rock
Once we kill Rob we takin over the block
They did the job, but didnt suceed
When I got up off the ground niggas couldnt believe
the fuck is you gonna do
You a bitch you know it to
Catch you lacking ima shoot
Rob his house take all the loot
Lottery bin number fullz
I done scammed a lot
and still ain't never grew up
So I'm sayin
How you plan to
Get it how you live
When you live like this
Like this, like this
How you plan to
Get it how you
freedom
Live in the land of the free
But most people don't see them
Bee dum bum
Bee dum bum bum
Bee dum bum
Disturbias in full effect
Watch how others will
Can't nobody stop my flow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
I rap New York way above the rest
Crippling a double, knocking, crippling his best
Fuck all you
off of the bench
But know it's on me, a zombie kid
Now forever hungry, start dumping then I'm rolling out in a flash
Never socialise, I'm on the couch
lives
I wish this pain, would go away
I wish this pain, would go away
One day the pain is gonna stop
I wish this pain, would go away
One day
lives
I wish this pain, would go away
I wish this pain, would go away
One day the pain is gonna stop
I wish this pain, would go away
One day
water, motha (Ugh) Dasani
I need brain, imma zombie
Or when I think about it prolly Donald Trump
Pump it up
I'm an Average Joe in a navy blue button up
the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer
And them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion
The yacht
The two
a duck
There's no one to rob
'cause in jail you're a number
They never took the time to wonder about
Self destruction
You're headed for self destruction
love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me
Uh, uh
If I'm gonna
whole studio is burnin
But I never stop blitzkrieg-ing like a German trynna come in first
Like I'm fucken a virgin ugh
Write till my hand breaks never
stays lit
I'm gonna keep it bright never submit
It's like they knocking at the door trying to wake us up
Staying complacent so they can not pay us
They
around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For
(Live by it you die by it)
Knowing if he don't kill him he coming back
But he said he good 'cause he gonna handle that
(Live by it you die by it)
Kept
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
cutting hairs
With that boy J-o-e, yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no ho
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
I'ma come through
up at number one
And we ain't never gonna stop if you're wonderin'
Even if I'm under the gun
You ain't gotta agree all the time with me or see eye
motherfuckers out who want to rob me
You best to slob the knob G
You could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible
High producer production
Suck to the wall
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