Pump Fake
Skip Dover & Queens Bully
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Behind these lines, I'm a true threat Everything I shoot's wet Superdry sweatsuit, make the suits sweat Sweatin' tears, never sweatin' bullets, 500 rounds at my bedside, don't let the lead fly while you're turning up Now you turn up as the dead guy Baggin' half dykes to get by, I'm gettin' head, I hold my head high Fade away fears, pull up a chair, say "Cheers" like Ted Danson Red Aston, drive it into the water to die, praying mantis You're too plain, I'm too fly, you can't land this, when I land mine, it's land mines You can't pronounce the place I just landed in Growing gas in the same dirt I've got my feet planted in, don't slander him You let your bitch play secretary with them Bills, that ain't at all bright, Madeleine It's alright, plan again Can't stand that I'm still standing, their bands abandoned If you don't stand up for yourself, you'll never stand again Mark my words like a rough draft, don't hand it in Skinny dude, ridin' American muscle with the bad handling And I don't wanna hear no pandering Real life Sopranos, pullin' strings like mandolins They say I don't do enough That's ironic 'cause they do too much This shit ain't new to us They never knew us, 'cause we knew too much Rolls Royce's with the roof lit up Everything we want, taken, yeah, that's true enough These days, I don't know who to trust No pump fakin', we toolin' up Pot of gold, copped the same drop your reverend copped Snotty nose, pops is locked, then the shells get dropped You ballin', 'till you up in court getting pressed for rock Don't copy those, let 'em rock , body flows, get a box And you really thought you belong, pushin' white boy like Scooter Braun, you was wrong Drivin' around town, top down, with all your jewelry on, that's the uniform Run up in your crib, teach you a lesson, gettin' my tutor on I used to run and do what I thought was cool 'Cause the drugs just undo what I was taught in school I'm too busy shooting my shot, I can't link with you to shoot the shit Cant block me, they go flagrant or go New Vegas, and start the moving picks Rather get picked off than picked on If your ties weak, you get clipped on Pissed off, then pissed on So If I lift the weapon up, I'll wet him up, no gettin' up, don't press your luck I got a lot, but I don't get enough, never that If I lose my mind, I remember that Beretta clap to get it back Embrace me pushing the limit, and then remove me Censor me to death, they gon' try and Lenny Bruce me They say I don't do enough That's ironic 'cause they do too much This shit ain't new to us They never knew us, 'cause we knew too much Rolls Royce's with the roof lit up Everything we want, taken, yeah, that's true enough These days, I don't know who to trust No pump fakin', we toolin' up
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