Lyrics:
Radioactive mind rhyme Uranium
Grey wolf in the woods I'm Canadian
Drag 'em by a horse the city where we taking 'em
Presidential charade parading 'em
Drawn
this
My heart cold, I'll send you somethin' hot
Blowing kush, but I'm stayin' focused
'Cause niggas move when they think you not
That shit got my brother
I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys
(Y'all ain't about to shit on my nigga)
I got watches I ain't seen in months
Apartment at the Trump, I
name (yeah)
Make sure you write the truest in the game
On my tombstone when they bury me (yeah)
By the river, they will carry me (yeah)
Finally, I'll
daydreamin' one day I would be the shit
And if I ever end up escapin' these streets I swear that I would stay here
Still in it, and I'm crazy, I'll always be
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
My joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony
worse too
I'll murk you like I birthed you
You niggas small bubbles (baby), I'll burp you (hey, hey)
And spit you out and have your girlfriend slurp
Sorry N' Shit
Chorus
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry
thoughts, never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck
To dishraggin'
on your lips
You can tell I'm grinding by my wrist
Anything can happen cause a broke man is an optimist
Well tell them I'll be waiting in suspense
I got
know me, the homies
Raised by some crazed-ass well paid OG's
(Ah shit) pulled up in a Benzy, snatch
The wheel as I peel off catch
A cocktail, block
She like, she like, she like
She like, she like
[Chorus]
That's my shit, That's my shit, That's my shit
That's my shit, That's my shit, That's
playin' with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understandin' me
Touch one of mine, that shit end with your family (brrt)
Perkies, thirties, young niggas
speakin' Spanish
No comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by
some money in it for him
Hey, you remember that song by this guy from Texas
Whose name was Bobby Fuller?
I'll sing it for you it went like this
I
the same form
I drop heavy in spots you scared to put your weight
There's only so much ice you can skate on
Shit cats right for you, you say wrong
No time
getting funky and I'm shooting all my jism
Like John Holmes, the x-rated nigga
Listen to the shit 'cause I'm the ill figure
Nobody's getting any bigger
but I'm aimed the target
And everybody's takin' shots at me
I pull up fab', but you was love, but I'm not happy
Ask me what motivates me, I'll tell
brothers it's all good we strong people
More strain on the brain and the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real shit
For
beard's stickin' out
Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang
Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang...
But I gotta feed Tianna
with the Miller brew
Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked
Luke Skywalker ain't a sweettalker so I got ill
With my Lightsaber that came in one
hey)
I'll never let you go
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Get the fuck up
Yeah
'Cause you got a taste now
Drank the Kool-Aid by the jug
So
a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker, I'm ill not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick
Yeah, my drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick
And my
Future Hendrix
30
Whatever come with it
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd
(Big blrrrd)
When gangster shit pop out, most of you
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