Lyrics:
I said, yo don't sweat the technique shorty rock
I do the same thing
But yet I use Philly Blunts
She said I never dealt with Philly Blunts
Because
curious if I said fuck the pigs
Why they bringing me bacon
Made a hundred k all in one week
Now all these rap niggas want my technique
Tellem plz don't get
calling myself a speedster
but uphill walking almost gives me a seizure
talkin about fire, still in bed with a fever
10 dollar swag, no wonder I'm never
On my no hook vibes, if I do they gone ask why
Like "Oh my please don't do this xai"
Cos they know the hooks so fire
They can't lie, uh uh uh
on the pussy
She like the technique
Look at me
When I'm making you cum
When I beat like a drum
And your pussy get numb
Flex in this hoe
Bitch I'm rich as they
technique)
She say "Boy you rude, you ain't help me" (No way)
I just ran that bitch like a jet sweep
If you not Nike, you can't check me (Ok)
Niggas think they
I have several questions
What is the highest technique you hope to achieve
To have No technique
Very Good
UHNNNNN
A Bunch of crabs in a bucket
Can't
You may think I'm strong
And I can do no wrong
But I'm vulnerable
So vulnerable
Without you
I may be hard to take
But you can call me fake
my Lonely
Stay by my dollie
This my turf
World and universe
Who can I trust ? No one
Feeling like Toney -
Everywhere I go it snowy
Chain on mecfluries
and I don't quit
I get pushed to the limit, and yo that's it
Step by step, I put an end to your fun
Cause I'm the chosen one, yes me my son
A young kid
write
That look like pictures
Aiyo my technique is berserk
I predator y'all niggas
Pull your fucking skin off like a t-shirt
Retort, no remorse
Donate
Wrote my own props, living in the PJ's
That's when the Angel Gabriel said "It's all a Masquerade"
Eyes with no face, speakers with no lace
I feel that
jax stop fakin jax
Brothers that fake jax get laid on they back
Preeminent to these novices
A prophecy told by ya homies
That i'm cautious apostrophe
it's '88
Time to set it straight, y'know what I'm saying?
And ain't no half stepping
Word, I'm ready
Rappers stepping to me, they want to get some
my tummy was growlin' while I was chillin' in my seat
We stopped by Mac Donald's so I could somethin' to eat
Skipped the line, the crowd started
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
Northern style was more dark
Some books was lost
Techniques were picked up by unmatured source
So I developed the third strike
Neva heard on the mic
Only if
show you a freak's technique
I know that you're a freak, you're just discreet
Sugar check this out, this gon be a night to remember
I can tell by
call your girls
Don't be mad at me, excuse me baby, I'm freaky, girl
Sugar check this out, this gon' be a night to remember
I can tell by the way you
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
it's '88
Time to set it straight, y'know what I'm saying?
And ain't no half stepping
Word, I'm ready
Rappers stepping to me, they want to get some
of discuss-cussion
You're motivated-vated, in aid a percussion-cussion
There's no glo-glory, for this story-story
It-it rock-rock in any territory-tory
I syncopate
of discuss-cussion
You're motivated-vated, in aid a percussion-cussion
There's no glo-glory, for this story-story
It-it rock-rock in any territory-tory
I syncopate
the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
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