Lyrics:
closed casket, his family needs a closure
And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points
Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint
Put it by, put it by, put it by, put it by
Put it by number one phenomenon
Come follow me now, mon
'cause Mr. Chip Fu is the Don
I think I'll tikki
kinda blessed so I wrote this manifesto for life
Co-signed by the others with a knife
On the real tip let's take a field trip from the ghetto
You pick
ones gon' blow somethin'
Bitch, I'm retarded, I might flash
True blue flag, yeah, I'm a Loc
That lil' nigga 'bout that action
Killas on go, they
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood
influenced by the niggas that spat on it before me
Being J Cole and A-Reece
A fraction of the rapper I be
And so I ask myself, if musically I am my own artist
No one gave a fuck about his
Jam and it was cast away
And his fuckin name forgotten by a
World that shit on him
Until he was discovered by, a Muslim
to shoot at me, they must be retarded (They must be retarded)
Workin', (Working)
Workin', (Working)
So I be good by twenty two
You know I'm going to get it,
retarded
I'm in this bitch lit
Designed my own fit
Henny by the fifth
Dope it's by the zip
If I hit shorty line I know she sliding
I'm swimming in her ocean
Getting high by the needle (What?)
Getting high by the needle (What?)
Getting high by the needle
By what? The needle
Getting high by the needle
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
barrel! (My barrel)
All you artists walkin' 'round with yo' wack raps (wack raps!)
And gettin' fucked by the game Kat Stacks! (Kat Stacks!)
And any nigga
this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at
I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that
I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap.
I traveled
ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the muthafuckin wall with
Cause you know once you try to touch me
All the slimes around me gon' dump
Retarded so bitch, I go dumb
You can hear this cutter way to Southern
I'm
tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis
It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas
Felt bad I never finished college
Now we fuckin'
a serious answer
The mic goes into labor you freeze up
Enveloped by the style that sounds so rough
Rehearsal weak verses potent as cyanide
A million
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
(Uh, uh)
I'm in competition with the opposition 'til they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give
Stupid, I'm goin' stupid
I go retarded
I'm boolin', you know I'm boolin'
I'm with my savage
'Bout it, I'm 'bout it
My youngings brazy
We solid, we
Lit for I started
This beat go retarded
Im more than a artist
They knew who I was
By the time I departed
I lift up my people
Helped me hit my target
at all
Got a new phone, kept the same number they still never called
I was alone, all by myself, it was just me versus me, and my back on the wall
Now that
in a detention
You're begging for pics, from kids that are straight
This nigga a pedo don't care if they eight
You're just like Alora by the way that
to murder
You falling behind, you ain't caught up
Now you look retarded, like you Autumn
You hated by me, that's an honor
And the list, yeah you on it
Oh,
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