Lyrics:
Saint Laurent shirt will fuck your bitch
11 years, night in and night out you know
These things happen when it's dark out
This shit didn't happen by
but you're no saint
Fire away, fire away cause
I just keep you for the war
Couldn't beat me if you tried, I run this game
Fire away, fire away
Under
the earth is your teacher
You're a wonderful feature
You're a beautiful creature
You're a beautiful creature so
Stay down
Untouched by man
The product canned
through!
Product stretch
I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
Stretch
Fantastic man,
I make the money come faster man!
Yeah
Your
Ooh Dum Dodda, my niggas is flippin' product
Yeah
Outchea' movin' in these lanes, every day we goin' harder
Aye, PHYouCrazy
Shit they never thought
color when you're miserable
Veronika, Saint Veronika
You can't leave this world behind
So be strong enough to hold onto us
We're still right here by your
dreams came true with you by my side
You give me the feeling of being alive
I won't let go baby no you're the one
You're my queen
You my all
You my number
down your face too?
Did I have to chase you?
Why oh why do you cry?
Instead of afraid of losing me I think that you're confusing me a lot
No wait
And I'm not one to compromise
I'm just waiting until you see
I'm not fooled by your disguise
I won't back down, no
I won't back down, no
You're a sinner
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
no saint
You're no better than me
Not even a little bit
Times will be had and tears will be shed
While pathetic little thoughts run wild in your head
You're acting wild, girl you're acting wild
Only you know that plugs got the product
Only you know what's under the mattress
If there's no trust there can
Eleventh and Fort Hamilton
You could tell them on by to four-six-nine-oh
Eleventh Avenue and Fort Hamilton Parkway
Close to the house
Five-oh street
Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts
Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start
If you're looking for some
the fame get fucked by the game
Get fucked by the record label using you for change
You're not getting payed but you paying for your plays
And you're
clean
In the subway
On the street
Every time you move your feet
Come clean
A saint sees a saint in a sinner
And a sinner sees a sinner in a saint
saints
I'm not!
I give a fuck!
See you in hell!
Be hard to run your mouth
When your teeth shatter
No THC, Punk!
I'm going to hell!
Can I get you a t-shirt?
Unless it's Coca Cola
Dasani water products, no, nigga on us
Fucking get a sponsor
Them niggas tryna sound like who? Us?
Them niggas tryna sound like who?
final
I hope you're impressed if you're not you got no taste
I'm the real deal, the one that you want
My rhymes so cold, they make the haters front
I'm
always stand out
I don't take no handouts
But I take you're money bruh
Run up in your gram's house
I hustle till I die with
The rapping with the trapping
I'm a black sheep baby or so I thought
Maybe I'm a product of my lonely thoughts
Ask, I'll tell ya I'm doin' fine
But I'm not alright, no
I'm a black
sophisticated
Always be opinionated
Wait until you die
If you're here don't appreciate it
To these kids, imma super hero on tv
To labels, just another product
anyway.
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