Lyrics:
and buildin' up rage
Not a single person cared about me, zero's the count
Been ignored by errybody, they still countin' me out
No I ain't the same as I used
tuck, can bet it blow
Just show her clout, she bust it low
Can't feel my face, I poured a 4
Finessed you one, you let it go
I water walk, Margiela toe
We
to have it slapped away… sad to say, you were cast away… and placed aside, on that bargain table… never, ever to be picked up again… by anyone, for any
you can't crack the code
What the deal is when we form new bars
They said it's cold outside but I'm still feeling hot
Zero with the signs but we
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DEELA! [00.15.00-00.16.03]
Take it up with another hoe who cares you fucked cause I’m on heavy on grind [00.16.04-00.19.14]
If I weren’t so turnt
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DEELA! [00.15.00-00.16.03]
Take it up with another hoe who cares you fucked cause I’m on heavy on grind [00.16.04-00.19.14]
If I weren’t so turnt
I'm the king of the world,
I'm a popular man
Count by zero's to ten,
If you can't, well I can,
Don't let any one wake me
I'm dreamin' out loud,
on rockin it
Something to count on like an abacus
we get down underground like a platypus
(0= Brer Rabbit, 5= Jonny 5)
0: Don't attempt this at home
of the world, I'm a popular man
Count by zero's to ten
If you can't, well, I can
Don't let any one wake me
I'm dreamin' out loud, dreamin' out loud
And all
OD'ing on the beat like the needles up in my arm
Then I whip your ass if you do not listen just like your moms
When I count to five, by the time I open
like a ball player
They get it confused until I pull up and it's all clear
I rhyme different you can't see it fix your cornea
Cause I'm bald head
paparazzi
Now it's gold Rolex's if they try to clock me
Everything stays in the box like fighters in hockey
Miss me if you're thinking we slack, work hard
Man: Yo
What up D? Huh?
You bought that from Tower Records?
What's that, let me see that bag
Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it
Come here
all that fake love
Man I can't fuck with you, had to get my mind right
Then I run my bag up
Two backends in one day, ten zeros they keep adding up
can't even count
Have them bags by a large amount
cnd you ain't even got a bank account
I'm about life what you about
When they come to you
Boy I truly
Basinski and Bill Gates
Are out to kill you
Sneak up on them demons and
Crash the tea party
Then it's wrong at 3: 39 but
Was gone by 3: 40, so
When
workin' its never just One-0 oh,
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money tryin'a be the man too quick,
Homie this ain't
dusse
Head crack cut your water boy Bobby Boucher
You can't stop the rain
Blowing money fast we got dem chains
Yeah when it comes to us stay in your lane
at tell me tell me where you at
6-2-3 gonna bring it right back
4-8-0 we stay on the map
5-2-0 let it be known
That 6-0-2 we keepin' it blown
Tool-Tooly
of pain[02:00.48]Brought by the olden days and it's hurtin' me still[02:02.74]This shit is unreal[02:03.70]Just so you know that you don't fuck with me[02:05.39]Gat a waist
You got money and stock options
While other suckers get it popping
When the bodies start dropping
Send them flag covered coffins
Go ahead and count
rebound and I block out
A no hitter Nigga nothings sweeter
Than the opposition when it drops out
Like Bama Duchie never clock out
Speeding by you better
sense
It's funny how I see it
More straight when I'm bent
You've been warned on the risk it
Takes to sit on top
Been on clock cause you could see
That I
My bed is cold I’m still alone
You make me feel right but all I do is wrong
Ticking time bomb I’m disaster prone
I think I’m gon live and die by
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