Lyrics:
after dinner meat
I stood in the winter heat
It could be the end of me
But good be defending me
Yeah, and I'm no quitter
'Cause I'm a go, I'm a go, I'm
Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that
Correct that
Come correct, bitch, why you said that?
I already done addressed that
He had
young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He ain't a killer but he will if you make him do it
Wake yo punk ass up for the 93 shot
M-C Eihts in the motherfuckin' house
Geah
And it ain't nothin but a Compton thing y'all
And we ain't nuthin
somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
Boy I ain’t Nothin’ Like You
So don’t compare me to ya
Boy I ain’t Nothin’ Like You
So don’t compare me to ya
‘Cause alotta local rappers like t’
stop callin' me "twin," I'ma say that shit again (stop callin' me twin)
You ain't never killed no man
So you could never fit in my skin, it's Big Gucci
nothin' but this real pimpin', beeyatch
Pimpin' ain't no illusion and pimpin' ain't never died
Mo' pimps was on that heroin and yo' pimp tripped out
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
why I never stress
I don't need a lot, but you know that's what I got
Ain't always with the answers, I'm grateful for the test
Stay thankful never less
verses 9
Through 10 11 I ain't learn the lesson yet so I'm
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still
got him some freaks
If I ain't in Dolce Gabanna, they bite like piranhas, I probably Versace my teeth
Send threats on the net but be hiding from me
I
of things, I ain't never been a coward
See the paparazzi crowded all around me now
Same niggas who was dissin' want a pound like I'm see now
Showered with
Now ain't dat da troo...?
Are ya list'nin' to da man?
Dis is da man who saved me...
I was wicked,
I was mad,
But dis is de man who showed me da
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
pussy ho, shake that ass
You're like the 84 but rich
Cause it's sittin on glass
Ain't nothin happenin but tricks gettin broke
Fucked a lot of politicians
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make somethin' for the gangsta bitches
Never by myself got the banger with me
Hatin' ass
(Ayo, Bands, what you cookin'?)
Cryptic messages, face card ain't good at all
They don't like him 'round the hood at all, he ain't understood
get it slow in
They be tellin' me that I be movin' too fast
But it's too bad
It's good for me, nothin' do less
It's too easy, I'm mindin' my business
take your life
Just to get them brownie points
Young Mack Jr, ain't nothin' but 14, Mack Jr think he tough
Mack Jr be havin' problems with his
up
Fuckin' on your bitch, throw it up
Drinkin' on the dirty soda
Promise I'ma never go sober
Nigga ain't nothin' but some vultures
Percocets,
when she come back to you
That's a million dollar night, kiss
(Mwah, oh oh)
She ain't nothin' but a no-good
Diamond-watchin' woman
Only love me 'cause
sound fuckin' dumb cause the
Battle I ain't afraid but
I was kinda scared to battle this nigga here
Straight up
Nah, but not cause of the rhymes he made
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