Lyrics:
you all but I'm tryna murder you niggas
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from
I got dates to fund
Lets hit the city, did it more than once
Girl you get me high no facing blunts
But you by my side look what we become
On standby
the Tylenol then ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls collect
"Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?"
I wanna make songs on a fellas
know you got extra hoes
And everything you do is extra cold"
From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece
I got family in high places like Jesus niece
Can I
girl, you can bring another and we can make it three
I just really want you to be with me
Ride by my side, be my Bonnie and I can be your Clyde
2024
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin
G'ed
and gin
Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then
We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin
G'ed up see'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We
would even know it
Started writing poetry more and didn’t know I was stoic
‘Til poetry looked at me and said you in pain and you know it
It looked me in
for ya
My heart pounding you can hear that through a broke steth
I'm in the booth spazzin' out til my last breath
I grip the mic and spit what's on my
knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too because I looked like them
That's
I'm as pale as a ghost
Holding a blossom on a stem
You ever seen a ghost? no
But you've heard of them
I see you there
I'm blinded by the colors I see
I
comes
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Catch me 'til I
sick shit
Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin 'til my chin's full of splashed whiskers
Hash, whiskey and ash 'til I slap bitches
Ask
sick shit
Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin 'til my chin's full of splashed whiskers
Hash, whiskey and ash 'til I slap bitches
Ask
Ren, playing to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fucking with way back then
We keep it cracking from
Ren, playing to win
(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin
Same shit you was fucking with way back then
We keep it cracking from
ain't about to slow down anytime soon
I drink away the pain, 'til I haven't got a clue
First it started out with beer, I would drink it by the box,
when you hear it
The throne has been taken, so kiss this nigga's earring
Luda throw some grapes on these peasants
These bitches throwing rose
the jack off hour, girl
You requested it and The Documentary 2 is in your ear
And I am the DJ that is gonna sock some soul to your ass
Not the DJ that can
racing
Don't got to admit it, I know you're amazed by my invasion
How I took over the world and made my enemies my neighbors
Turning my haters to fans
to check where it came from (yup)
Cause I know you all about fake stuff
And I know you all about L's, it's easy to tell, but we love to take dubs
We love
stuck on broke, but I used to hear pimps say
Better get what you can get before you get got
Come up and snatch yours and buy yourself a nice spot
learned how?
And show the best version of self surrounded by these bloodhounds
How can you give your kids somethin' that you've never had?
The pressure from
wanted
[Caller number 1]
W boom boom beat baby
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
How you like it daddy (Would ya do it from the front?)
How you like it daddy
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