Lyrics:
(Call me when you try to wake her)
Baby, instant soup doesn't really grab me
Today I need something more sub-sub-sub-substantial
A can of beans
three-peat
That's when I said, too many Glockies
You gon' need an army when you try to come stop me
I talk so much shit, I thinkin' I'm cocky
But this is my
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I feel
this style is impression
Obsession verse progression
Time tested lessons and deflections add a couple more reflections
I've embraced the imperfections
If
drama, I know they goons,
That's why I keep pressure on 'em like a open wound,
This God given, he keep givin' me better music,
So every time you hear
Receiving governmental help, I'd rather get it by myself
No I cannot lose, no not this time they gon' try and hit below the belt
My dogs gon' ride right
Not by choice, but forced to be a menace
Can someone just pray for me, or war
(Or at least, try to understand) the city pressure
The AK-47, twin
nigga got his off the curb, that is
So how the fuck that nigga so concerned with his
I be baffled by the fact when niggas burn their bridge
Then try
beef or beats
I try to make a casket fit you
We'll fuck you up then fuck you up
And then come back to get you
And do that two more times
We call
to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid
to the game now
Say she don't love me I just burn the purple haze down
Type shit
Got more drip than all of y'all
Stay with leaves won't catch me fall
Reach new
and go buy some jewelry? (Jewelry)
That one hurt to see (damn)
And by the end of the song, they gon' try to murder me
And if they do, I hope my fans
Run that by me one more time
To make sure that I heard you right
I hope you don't expect me to believe that line
I might be crazy, but I ain't
no worries I can take threes like Curry
Blurry vision getting compensated by my third eye
But still haven't learned why people sent to earth die
Try
slip
On my way up, you gotta watch this
Picture me pictured with all of the Smith's
You know I got this shit now
She wanna lock the kid down
Pussy like
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
and you'll get smoked and I hope
That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me
The same records that you makin' is payin' me
Motherfuck Dre,
get wit this, mackadocious funk material
It's been a long time, we shouldn't have left you
[Parrish Smith]
Hey yothe rhymes I recite, airtight,
up where they stay
I feel like cap cause ima legend will smith wit ah weapon
I want let ya get the best of me I wipe ya nose fa
I'm good in every
disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeah)
A .40 Cal., rubberbands, and a shoebox (yeah)
Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ayy)
Got it by
they do is throw shade
When I up this forty Cal' chrome, all my enemies go far away
Mighta caught me slippin' one time, but oh no, not today
Not
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
to drowning, by the time I learned to paddle
I was loading up that Smith & Wess, inside my grandma bathroom
I was reaching for the stars, but I got caught up by
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