No Labels (Freestyle)
Santana-Ebanks
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They say what They say what goes around Always comes back around Ha ha ha ha ha Wait hold up They say what goes around Just got a whole 10 pack of no labels you heard me Them no labels? Them No, No, labels Ain't got No labels No Bart Simpsons Ain't none of that F*ck it let me get five of them Shit them bitches hit quick I think I'm rolling y'all Ha? I said I think I'm rolling y'all Can I get a water? Let me get a water before I F*ck it I ain't Poppin beans If they got a fuckin' label on it Bought a 10pack for the 40 Then I split it with the homie Ate all 5 at the same damn time Told my nigga f*ck it I'm about to fly Have a heart attack or die Open up my third eye Solar flare aura Leave you so blind Every truth told is a half lie Whether you the good Or the bad guy Pick a side and decide Two wrongs don't make it right But Two lefts might Get ya blammed on site Wrong place right time Bloodshot in both eyes Looking like he's so high Buddy out his mind Really tripping fungi Nigga live and learn No you can't buy love Bitches full of shit, Call em dirty pamper Wet a nigga up, Call em bloody tampon I'm a public figure Finding me ain't hard Even Google Maps Give directions to my home For the most part Yeah I'm always all alone Still keep a pole Stay Go Mode Aggravating hoes Steady blowing up my phone F*ck a ring tone Shit stay silent mode If I don't know the number Then I forward that call If they don't leave a message Then I'm thinking they're the cops Or a pussy ass opp So the number getting blocked 20 years strong Still hustle D-Block Man I swear to G-d Every Kenner cop Pay a nigga just to watch 24hrs round the clock Boy stop When I'm locked up I'm only on pause Pay my lawyer off 4hrs later man I sign that bond Stupid ass rookie, Man Do a better job I just sit down with the Mob That be paying off your boss Shut up, play your roll Before you're fuckin' gone Buried in a plot on top ya mom And yea I talk a lot Cause nigga I record the songs F*ck it, I'm just having fun Can I get that water now? Yea, ice no lime Yea thank you That's fine I'm going to talk my shit some more You heard me, HA! I smoke a lotta Marijuana No I'm Not Jamaican But Still a shotta Yea I bring that drama Straight to ya mama and ya papa Like a birthday I surprise ya Shootin twin choppas A diva and a pre-madonna Sicker than El plaga D.O.A forget the doctor A mortician sounds more proper I sleep with no problem Smoke that barney And a lot of green goblin I went from state property To Mr.Monopoly I'm an anomaly I eat and I feast on a Jumanji beast Picking Reptilians From between my teeth, HA! Like Ghandi, I keep that piece Terrorizing enemies From here to the middle east Sicker than the flu disease Germicide brought from overseas Pilgrims stole from them Cherokees Reverse psychology Made them think That they're the thieves So they chose to leave Instead of slavery And history repeats Every scary thing You can think of mentally Like a Wes Craven dream Multiplied by infinity Yea fear makes it hard to breathe And not a single Disney movie on repeat Goin' to help you sleep Nah mean
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