Lyrics:
Bitch
K3
Okay it's bags over hoes nigga
Without the strap you know that nigga gon' fold nigga
Hit his ass for 10k and that gold nigga
Sock his ass in
away
The vision never fades eating food out can
SpaghettiO Mac nd beef with bread slices and spam
I can never bite a hand if you helped me count
I'm out of the game
I'm out the storm, it's chasin' my fade
I already recorded the pain and the hate
So I'll send it back with nothin' to say
I'll keep
fades like Jordan at the buzzer
Had to learn that love doesn’t stick without commitment
Yes it broke my heart but what it did was fix my
Bonjour
These niggas cant rap look, I make your head gush
Like you was red rush, omnipotent handguns
In my arsenal, better put your hands up
This
Maybe we was caught in the middle
Maybe I fell off just a little
Made me see red
Cuz I gave you the blues
Instead of lies should've gave you
As I close my heavy eyes
The winter noon
It waves goodbye
And I can feel
The red fade into black
I sink in my bed
Limbs feel heavy, I'm dead
Three small words are what you can give me
So desperately
I wait to hear them from your lips
Like a gift below a tree
Rain falls on my window pane
and guns
I know guys that beef for fun
Slipped get chinged you don't wanna get bunned
How could he talk on me
Now is a walking casper
Tryna leave man red
beats
Put PEEP on repeat when I go hard in the engineering seat
Thinking deep, cause that's how digging deep make niggas not sleep
Circulating
line, its like 2 or 3
Hoping she can get through to me
And this shit was all a dream
But naw I ain't get no sleep (nahh)
I hussle seven days
the nighttime
Time is by my silhouette, tired of being a harbinger of bad news
Tired of paying rent, and I'm tired of paying dues
And I'm tired of being polite,
Tradition, your sexism is what you want me to learn. Surrender
Gender hatred, fade it to kill it, compassion returns. 1 out
Of 3, and they say my sisters are
all but fade
Where we are judged by not what we took
But what we gave
There'll come a war
There'll come a war
gonna car crash or catch a lame disease
You'll always see me on a trycicle big as a car
Tricked out with three fat bithces on the handle bars
A mutha
hydro
Lie low so I don't get harassed by five-oh
Used to be in the red star, gettin my head slobbed
from the old school hoe that swallowed the egg nog
I
the illistrious Pac
i stand before you a man with dirty shoes
dustier socks, in clusters we rock
ryhme magnate encircled by controversy
and red tape (AY YO) rollin
niggas out Houston won't ever fade
What I'm all about, hoping with
Open kicking eyes open, peeping
I gotta be scoping better keep wishing
G's on these
on sober
Real recognize real, and the fake gone fade away
Use to selling drugs to get that pay, but god done mad a way
For me to stack my ends, my paper, my
got sour
Straight, Eiht regulate my thug power
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it
Still player-hated, wishin
kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back
I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga"
[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the be -K,
Tela hit that corner, you know's that I a goner
Outtie five-thousand and these hoes that I be housin'
Fuckin' thugs about a dozen, doin' sacks by
of lemons, spurred by the women
Just a part of yo livin'
And I'm feelin' that chu' really ain't got no pull on it
I'll put the hood on it cause you ain't
kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back
I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga"
[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the be -K,
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