Lyrics:
at night
I keep a blue tip, I don't do the stick and move
Legs in the air, one lick, watch the bitch ooze
Uzi pistol pro, by my side, gift from Lil' Dude
players because the devil ?
I'm telling you
It's the hands free, hurt you virtue
Patience, I been chillin' where you make your mistakes friend
I mean
'm on a Rise,
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Raised by the dark Side,
Till I discovered Light,
Green bar Sunlight,
Washed me hellur Nice,
Time to Colonise,
Every lil Light,
With this
Took care of her hair, nails, and bundles
Cause I ain't got no room for nagging
Yeah yeah, I feel like Mr. Elastic
Or Mr. Incredible, feeling incredible-
Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45
the moves
Can never be twos
They shawty's they choosin' Hey!
She get to backin' and movin'
Poppin' and oohing
Making a movie aye
I don't catch feelings,
around the corner", and popped her li'l punt
Apartment 5701, told her I was eatin' right now
Be over there when I get done, got there, knocked on the door
hopes rot
I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance
Now I see death around the corner, 'pologizing in advance
Don't know if I ever had
(Mr. X to the Z)
Liar, liar, pants on fire
I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire
Golden, golden, state dominate this
Destroy the Matrix, that forever
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
department was gone contact the real Mr. Z
I know y'all ain't got cheese to eat
Just try applyin' for some food stamps
Them boys cry wolf a lil too much now I
Okay... you said 24 right?
Imma tell you keep it here
I go by the name of Shadow
Yo, yo flow miss me, buy vodka, get pissy
Roll with tech n9ne, bear arms
when I
Rap I don’t have to breathe
Oh shit! Two minutes and three seconds!
Well that was one thousand and thirty words
New world fuckin’ record! yeah!
drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkin
Brain cells overload when I'm thinkin
This is a rap rape, and I leave a fat taste
Get off the microphone
callin' shots like I'm commando
Get you wet
Runnin' round like you was Rambo
Nigga this a new level, new devil
Patek look like it got two bezels
Who let you
a crook
Take money off the books
Just as long as I'm liked
By a rich man's wife?
OK, hold up i can't rap about doing crime
But if I actually do crime,
dick
Now it's too belated
Ain't nothing in this city But pretenders
I guess I'm of two percenters
I run this shit like New Jack
Cole world, Who
One in the head, You know I can't lack
Spent Two bands, To get that back
Three in the morning, You know that we fishing
Four deep in that car, We going
Or the level I'm at
Getting posturized
By the rap devil, in fact
I'm GAWNE
So I'll never be back...
Leavin' you dead in your tracks
I been the head of the class
with
The lyrical mastermind and 2Pacthalunatic
Lovin' the ladies and
Treat the females with true respect
I love 'em and leave 'em and still
Collect
Feeling like Jin you don't want to let the devil in
King of the ring and I won't let y'all settle in
Underworld fixing to take over your residence
'm like 6'2" in these streets lil boy
Know I sit with the Devil that's my twin lil boy
Call up the d-dëvil that's my twin lil boy
That's my best friend
call it “rap music,” but nigga I call it “pish posh”
White girls offended like, “Oh my gosh, Josh”
I haven’t used a number 2 pencil since I was 16
Guess
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