Lyrics:
you ask me?
I guess it's just the way shit has to be
Back when I was young gettin' a job was murder
Fuck flippin' burgers, 'cause I deserve
on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now"
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map, don't ever
a target, keep a extra clip
Every day I'm gettin' to that bag, make that money flip
Should be signed by NASCAR, roadrunna' shit
Fuck a 50, I be on my blue
collusion delusion
You should be locked up in prison
Then 2020 came
And you lost so you rigged it
But now he's a defendant
We see how you spin it
But we been
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
look like Harley Quinn
We get it in it should be a sin the way we spin the bend
Don’t get it twisted bitch we poppin niggas and we poppin wheelies
But
chauffeurs
I should be back to my old ways
Cutting with baking soda
Have that factory line i don't wanna tease
But my tension like add
Can he speak can he even
with you
You know that it should have been me, oh baby
Gettin' ready to marry you, darlin', darlin', darlin'
You made a promise that we would never
well I'm a joker so the fight starts
Stickin with the rubber and gum like it's a fine art
Strong opponents come at me and you'll be gettin clapped dude
(Rich)
Now watch a bitch fuck it up for Lucky (Lil' Lucky)
All my young niggas they be thuggin' (damn)
Throw them B's up, we be bloodin' (gang, gang)
ain't condensed,
Hunt on my ones or we hunt in packs
So when it's hunter games you best say all your Prayers
I am the predator you are the prey
When I
this, I guess"
So she reaches into her purse
And pulls out the American Express
I hand it to the lady
And she says "oh, dear
It's gotta be cash only
We
really out here! (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)
Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
Fuck the same hoes again,
do is smoke tobacco
Where the hell you get them from?
Yeezus said he ain't make them
My niggas chasin' bounty hunters
And gettin' chased by their
fadin' niggas, fadin' their evil back is gettin with 'em, plus I'm
Hittin' on a motherfuckin' ??
Until I dizzie bitch
I'll be high off chronic
I got these
it's like we keep losin' more rappers (too many)
Rest in peace to Dolph he put on for his trappers
He was independent he wasn't gettin' robbed by them
on the stand and make 'em plead the fifth
It doesn't matter cause I'm flattered by the way that you sweat
the crew but who the fuck are you to question what we
(A change to come)
I'm not sayin it's wrong (A change to come)
We've reached a point and we have to decide (A change to come)
if we should go on (A
gettin high but we get it on the low
That's why yo shyt movin slow
When yo team makin moves we should neva even know
Now I ka paint the picture but I'm
an asshole you know how shit goes
Ball like derek top that just rose
Rolling with a bitch surrounded by foes
She should have been a star
The way that bitch
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got
innocence
Ignorance
Resistance
Is it the hunter's mission
The intellectual's affliction
Nature's buried addiction
Please, don't hurt me or be good
I'm just
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
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