Lyrics:
Motherfuckers do you feel me?
I'm a young black brother
So these motherfucker fear me
Now I been called a crook, a killer, thug
A no-good dealer of drugs
my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
the moment when your losing loud and clear
Now you know they mad cause I'm the baddest in the game
No matter what they level everybody know my name
Hating
tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin', "hell yeah, hell yeah"
Yeah, yeah (run the track)
I ain't see you
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
won't cry till the day I die
Smoke my smoke good lord I fly
Don't need you
Imma get it on my own
I'm so numb I cant feel my soul
I've lost my soul
I'm
blue railroad tracks
Shinin' by the light of the moon
If you ever felt the locomotive shake the ground
I know you don't have to be told
Why I'm goin
gettin' ready to turn this shit
To the two and three zeros you know what I'm sayin'
Have all the clocks goin' backwards
Have everything goin' haywire
Everyday, blatantly
No, you're mistaken
My names Jamie, also known as O O D
'Cause if I got a G I'm good!
Plus bare girls know me from the hood
But I ain't
I eat everything around me
Come by I get full off you
I'm a mother fucking problem
But I'm just what they wanted
I fuck around and send them bitches
the drugs involved?
Got scabs on past wounds tear um off
Neve thought Id be the kind of guy to bare his balls
But I know they won't care tell I'm dead
On the road to success you know that I'm driven
But they didn't wanna publish it, but right now I'm on some other shit
I'm in a different world, I'm with
You know I body beats like I'm corpse's at the morgue
Ain't no agent orange
Got a pistol and I leave it pourin'
Like I'm John Wick
I'm coming for
(uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your back until you think
(uh)
No substance, just small talk
Now why you're feelin' on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Workin' your back until you think
â??My God! I could be working around here with a hatchet embedded in my skull and I'm ten miles from the airstrip. And nobody in the whole world knows
gonna role the way they role
And then you're never gonna know
So getting crazy's just a waste of time
I've just seen trouble track me down
It keeps
cock you dumb bitch ass freak
I mock your mom and she gives me head, ah jeez
I want to fuck those fake bitch ass gangstas
Good luck catching me, I'm
i never did jacob
i never liked chase
all my life i carried mace
kuz kathleen you tought me well
so i dont end up going to hell
im a good girl i
you get when you listening to this track
Sometimes I really feel depressed
Sometimes I feel like a mess
I'm fueled by the stress
I'm a fool yeah I
know where his crew at no gang they be like screw that
That homeboy lying
How you come up out the hood and hate a hoodrat
Fake nigga yeah I'm looking
when I get to spittin' everybody
Shoulda broke and ain't nobody listen so now I
Roll and 24s when I'm on your tip
They don't know who I am ain't no
Newports, packs of the loud
New bitch packing the crowds
The macking spectacular
Is you fucking or nothing?
Mmm, a little sumchin
Bitch, you know I'm buzzing,
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