Lyrics:
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
you do is complain
Thinking I’m taking it chill homie for real
I know gorillas that kill
Just got to pick up the cell
Tell them the issue
They will
right now
Hard work is what it takes now
Real life I mean right now
No time off and no games played
My haters know they can fuck off
I won't let it pass
time not to listen
Now you fucked up, without a pot to piss in
Is it me, or is the rap game different?
Niggas makin' indirect calls, long distance
niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'ma
Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they
You
I just want a bad bitch
Baby girl you know i'm feeling tipsy
Baby come and get me
Your ass is fat I wanna grab it
Is you really tryna rock with me
If
(whoa) it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, (whoa) it's a real nigga here with some money
Excuse me, niggas talkin' and that shit annoying
shxt is a maze so when i'm applyin I fill it wit rage
Shxt was real dire turn minimum wage to killin a stage
I'm still as insane they can't envision my
shit
Saw a bad Jit hit a back flip
She can't have me if she don't got fat tits
She ain't that pretty, just above average
Pretty girls don't even like me
bans
Stepping on heads, i'm breaking necks
In my defense,They said I'm next
Shawty shit fat, she hit the deck
Get her shit smacked, She bounce it back
want your body
If it ain't you, then I don't want nobody
Feeling real different, my mind is all foggy
You got some things, that no one can copy
I'm
(God Damn)
(Uh)
Fuck that bitch in the backseat
Run this shit up like a track meet
Ay dunking on pussy as niggas
Like we is some athletes
Y'all
You know that shit I like
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Fat K 1 nigga extra crispy shit nigga
Who the fuck is next who next nigga
Yea
Yeah my name is fat K 1
Oh, shit, Monty, c'mon
Oh, no, no, Monty, stop. You don't wanna
Me and Brody back-to-back in 9-11s like we terrorists
Real is rare, it comes around,
that music up high
We riding by
It's such a vibe
You gone catch this vibe
Hello
Yo
This is real talk
Been doing real living
A bump cancer
You can get
I'm walkin' down the corridor
Of the seventh floor of the Grace Hospital
I'm gonna make it to the end
I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, the cigarette is
"Things Fall Apart
And we got this shit, nawmean?
And on the song Erykah Badu is singin' the chorus
This, this real smoothed out melodic shit
But guess
Ma trying to speak to the kid
In Spanish, kid
Like "?Que tu quieres?"
I'm like "where is the bathroom?
I hella gotta piss, where's the bathroom?"
They call me O the Big O Oscar Biggs yo
I got your wig twisted back with that slick rap flow
It’s a fact O is a lyrical fatso
Get yo crack Joe
tweeking
I know God
Probably thinking
I should die
(hook)
Real killer
That is me
Real killer
That is me
Real killer
That is me
This is what you call a what
punchin out
Boy show me what is you about
Because it ain't about no pape I can tell by how you walk
And I know that you real bummy I can tell by how you
the pain
Till we finding a way, waiting for change when moneys
To blame
We all real starved/ fat is the mob/
They take & they take till they take what's
my essence
But I just peep & move accordingly don’t let the shit stress me
Ain’t no loyalty no more, niggas ain’t living by the code
If majority rules
homie shit
Ayy but I'm a real homie to the homies (to the homies)
I'm passin' out choppers and big .40's
You say you a street nigga, you gotta be
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