Lyrics:
[Nickelus F: speaking]
Niggas in the city hatin' me man they trippin'
When I'm the only one that's really spittin'
My nigga Lil Lee the only one
Smack goes to flip the coin
Toss arsonal and Cassidy get
In an argument about who gets to
Pick "tails" as their choice
I said once again I'm here-
They criticize me (huh)
They talk about me bad
Let me tell you this b**** you done made me mad
I'm mad I'm mad b**** you done made me mad
I'm mad
lil comments off my post
Nowadays all you haters do the most
I really don't give a f***
If you post me on your little blogs
I really don't give a f
AND it's
Not who I'm going to
Be! I hope they liked it i think they did
Chris gave me two bags of Doritos i gave
Him some bubble gum it wasn't a trade
Just
one week
I can't be weak
If I don't eat then no one eats
Why? Because I'm the one who feeds
What am I? Adam Sandler? Mr Deeds?
I don't do favors shuck
licemares to Nick
I'm the next DJ Quik or even Doc Dre
Get people who rhyme like O'shea
Bring the f*cking Ren flow, then people be like no way
People say I
on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
Feels like anotha' one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like the lemon
left off of bad and bougie
Give yo girl back to you she was a lil bugga boo
I get fly and do my dance I feel like lil Uzi
Five chains on bitch I'm
HAVE SUM PEICES LIL BAD AZZ NIGGA AND NO you YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ME DEY SAY I'm CRAZ~I LIKE I'm WIT DEM DEMONS WE DRANKIN AND SMOKIN WHILE IN LOCIN
Knock the Gucci tag off ya ass
F*** a n**** who think he bad I'll bust his ass leave em in the grass you bout picking these Hoes up
I'm bout Picking up
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
nigga but I feel a lil' (different)
Same ol' nigga but I f- (different, ooh-ahh)
I'm up all night on the psyches' (oh shit)
I do it by myself in my
weak, he been with you
Cuz you a little bad, bad bitch Now see him hop, skip and run to this, motherfuckin' freAK
Golden skin Crazy lashes, I'm the Zaaa,
Payroll bussin' out the britches (Bussin")
Got a bad lil' Mrs (She bad)
No, I'm not wastin' no time
(No time, no time)
Gotta pray for the wicked
. but
I'm a mister too
And you're givin' Mr. a bad name
Mr. like you
So I'm taking the Mr. from
Out in front of your name
'Cause it's a Mr. like
away
Soul drowning down in alcohol
Bleeding by my family like what they did to Malcom y'all
I said f*ck my fears
I'm numb to it after all
I can't
F**kin' with me get a halo
I'ma get zooted I'm smokin on gushy
Bring out the tooly in case you get fooly
She a bad b**ch so I hit the patooty
I pass to my
a bunch of p**** to me (f*** em')
F*** em' good, f*** em' long, f*** em' hard, f*** who? f*** em' all (yea)
Like that just like that, right back
I'm
like Lil Uzi
They stealin' my style man I'm finna start suing
They tryna be me but can't do how I do it
This ain’t "Look Alive" but we finna start
I'm a flow until my belly hurt
Pimp n**** rockin on tha stage an rock on in the petty shirt
Let it rough, ooh
Feels like anotha one
Who you be
to know me
I need that full metal jacket like Tom Hanks
Banks to chips B.I. pack the clips
Junior M.A.F.I.A. sticks
Any nigga try-na disrespect who I be
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
boys can't be fucked with
Cause them U-F-C boys be packing clips
I'm quick to swing right through your block
All my boys got their hand on a Glock
Four
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