Lyrics:
Getting paid from what i write so Ian here to tell no jokes
So divine of a poet niggas say i need a pope
By the time I'm done rapping they gone label me
may pull the trigger.
Figure 8 got yo hands on my figure
Want me to come and bounce on you like tiger
Only thing I'm worried bouts my figures
I could
Where'd you go?
Were you ever even here?
Comeback, make this feeling disappear
I thought I saw your hand in mine but it was just my own fingers
like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin like slim thug chain
I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major
to me, put your knife through me
Watch me bleed for you... dying... dying...
All I could bleed
Can't you understand
Grab life by the hand
Where's
get some kind matter
Wey dey finger me
Why e be say
All my guys no dey play
To get kaluba
We dey para we go pray
When I'm lonely
Nobody came to my aid
Like you threw a nine of diamonds
Out when I led with spades
And you sittin' trump tight
We got hand grenades, I pull this pin
It's goodnight
Sleep
Yeah it’s like I’m an abuser yeah
Aye
But I don’t promote violence
These niggas a talk they ass off on the net
Put yo hands on a nigga they silent
These
blood than a nurse receive
Bred more tears than a hearse could see
I deserve years, for perjury
Now I’m an open book, that hurt to read
Like James 2:10, I
your repentance
I stand by my decisions
And my consequences
Already been judged
Living my life sentence
All alone with no witness
Just these rhymes
Break pound down to an OZ, need that three gram wood full of OG
I don't need a bitch like fuck that trophy, cash in old checks out like
Left hand shooter
hand
So im feeling like the man yea the man of the year
Or the man of the hour
Out in LA puffin on grade A boa you still smoke sour
Nah I'm feeling too
Uh
I exist
Spoken in a confident voice
Can worlds shift in continent hoist
Look under for the plunder
A rich man's song that gets sung for a sum
stepped out the door (door!)
I thought I had enough but James Toney gimme some more (more!)
And the same damn day I went to the Bentley lot (lot!)
Off
hard for me to see
Out of breath
Can't see
Still hard to defeat
The history that I make
Impossible to repeat
Spread rumors
Point fingers
Throw stones
you're gettin' close
So close that you can put your finger on it
So far, my wish it just didn't do
I didn't get for Christmas what I wanted
A little
the same way about their craft
Ya nah mean?
Get your hand out my pocket, I paid my dues
And with this rap shit, you gotta play by the rules
So fuck your rap
reckless
Hand on the throat from the back like a necklace
CEO
Niggas like to talk real loud
Gum bumpin really ain't my style
I just wanna move it by
Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice nigga, I
to wash our hands of the things that
we hate
So we can rise against all the ones that
create
Every battle, drug addiction, and hardship
we face
The ones
surgeon
Ball so hard on you players that ain't worthy
Ball so hard w my glasses like James worthy
I know n*ggas that know me from school see me spazzing
Finger on the trigger, nigga, hand on my nine
Smokin' blunts of skunk, making holes in punks
And only underground funk pumpin' outta my trunk
Live
it's whatever if I'm dead
See a smile on my chopped off head
But while I'm breathing
I'll be coming after everybody
Naming names
First up Lebron James
formidable place
I can let you know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twiztid And you can see by the look on my face
Give me the mic and ima
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