Lyrics:
me the stress relief
Kontraband
It sell more than rice and peas
Kontraband
Feels so damn good to me
When all those fucking dogs sniffing me
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
a lesson
Even on yo back, stay strong, keep bench pressing
All I need in my life is Pineapple Fried Rice
Give a nigga back rubs while i'm playing the game
in November '89
I could not move, I could not speak
Something was burning up in my eyes,
Something wet ran down my cheek
All those laughing
Rapper, Songwriter, Producer
Kanye West in the flesh
Like Queen B, Trav Scott from H-town
Real G’s I prove I’m the best
Trinidad & Tobago, China, Cameroon
And I aint 2 Faced, but I would still, flippa coin, to the witness
And All people the played me now they praying for forgiveness
No yall could not live in
Geronimo!
Who got the money to vamanos?
Connect all the dots like some dominoes
Big trouble in little China is coming if you can stomach it
No pun
punishment for all
I'm sure that one of these days your government that will fall
Chinas teaching children to become super humans
Give a life of normalcy up
y'all make all that money and do a life sentence?
Lingerie, your wife want to get in it, and do some expensive spending.
Creamy, cream I'll start
start to give the all like a crab she ah crawl by the wall
Bed break and fall
Boyfriend him start to call but she cya answer him not at all
Bed break
I'd rather cook rice grain by grain than surrender to all you lames
Never paving your own lane
You just hopping from wave to wave
Cloudy water drip
about that? What you know about that?
What you know about that? Hey, I know all about that
See me in your city, sitting pretty, know I'm shining, dog
like Toast
You know my pockets they swollen
I can't fuck with these bitches no more
All of these bitches they boasting
Imma hop in that ghost imma ghost
princess cut like a surgeon
Ride my wave jet ski I'm not surfing
So we gone turn up for tonight
I'm clean a wrinkle not in sight
Just like a twinkle yeah you
would say
I grew up in America, in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh
We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up
Brr)
In the end, it's just some gobble gobble (brr, baow!)
Fly out Paris, fly out Berlin, bitch my life's cos fonny
Bitch this GS monny, not no fuckin'
inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile
for nun
I'm representing all the real ones
I ain't rapping just for fun
Look man I really got a vision
Like a raccoon in the night
These bustas follow
looks like but it's not what it seems
Killed son
Making contacts with the eyes ain't mean
Talking down yelling at me
I was never in the wrong
All you ever
snowed
The kids carry chopsticks not for rice in the bowl
School counselors all know how they life is at home
Cold like the Minnesota Vikings at home
Ridin down i30
Bad lil bitch she tryna get dirty
Uh, fuck it up get sturdy
All that hating shit for the birdies yea
Yes I'm in a hurry, I ain't
push for unity
Shortly you would be, headed to see my girl Chicago
A city where we'd really get to see you grow
And as you'd grow and develop all the men
getting killed by supremacy’s
Got me feeling like a panther in the seventies
And all my brothers locked
And they aint granting no clemency
Praying for
bitch is not mine (she not mine bruh)
Livin' a double life, you still can die twice
I come from eatin' microwave fried rice (yeah)
So now I ball nigga,
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