Lyrics:
pouring out your hair
Nigga, any-fucking-time, nigga, any-fucking-where
"Make 'em bleed" is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me, it's a must,
I feel death around the corner
Can’t cover ya eyes, you can’t stall her
Try and duck and you hide, she still want ya
So I'ma live how I wanna, I
the praise and recognition that I receive.
Making money doing the things that I love is realistic
I am always right where I need to be in order to receive
the pen
Rubbed out the line in the sand
Hunger decides where I stand
Under the eyes of the fans
And I can’t go back now
Put the situation in the fucking bag
pourin out your hair
Nigga, any f**kin time nigga, any f**kin where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that, I live by
If you f**k with me it's a must you die
down
Wake up it's time to be noticed
I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this
Beat to be mathematical
Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical
Bum
a ride, and run with the dogs tonight
In Suburbia
You can't hide, run with the dogs tonight
In Suburbia
I only wanted something else to do but hang
and round
(These are the days of our lives)
But I wish it would stop and let me off right now
(These are the things we must go through day by day)
We
you
Can’t get the time back
It feels like people do everything in life
To get this BMW, this Benz, to get
This townhome, to get 25 kids exactly one
you
Fuck with me I'm a thug
You already know how we come I'm
In the hood where the drugs, and the slugs
Nigga already know just how we gone come
You pay
right
Only got one shot of the pentagon hit wrong
Still wasn't enough to hide that missile strike
Everyone Lives In The Evil
Everyone Lives In The Essence
Hollywood (uh, uh, uh, uh, c'mon)
Paparazzi spots me in the lobby of my high rise
I hide behind my shades because the fame is blindin' my eyes
My god, I
an executioner
While they hide the truth
If you was on the ground and
They coming at you what would you do
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six
I
Frank Ocean did not want to do this interview
(In fact, for the first hour he thought I
Had called only to discuss the
Feature, and didn't realise I
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
come for me, the blue moon comes and I am buried
Thick and thin's where we reside, where the thick's forever and the thin's gone by, you come for me,
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
the whole house,
I wanna see your hands in the air,
wave 'em like you just don't care!
Outside the gates of heaven
Oh, there lives a unicorn
I close my
you're pregnant? What the fuck?
You weren't even gonna tell me, I mean what the fuck?
What do you want from us?
Nah, you ain't in love, you just wanna
It’s 'Pac, Makaveli
I'm in the studio drunk than a motherfucka
Ready to freestyle this shit, and do it wild
Live, for all my dogs
Fo all my dogs out
distractin' me
It's the conflict that's attractin' me
I'm fueled by you attackin' me
You and your family, can easily see a tragedy around the corner
From where
And brothers getting killed in the streets where they lay
Lord, I don’t know what else to do so I pray
I'm shining my light I don’t care what they will say
I
to the questions, bullets to my Smith N' Wesson
Still stucked up in a fuck session, Jersey where the niggaz flexin
Po-po's guessin if the stolen car gonna do
here's your moment of Zen
Let's foment a plan
Hop up in the whip and do some donuts again
Yeah I live in Portland we eat pickled donuts son
Get up in her
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