Lyrics:
purpose in the rain
Bitch I pop shit by myself
Nah I don't need no fucking help
I don't want no fucking help
Supreme solo-dolo, I'm always on stealth
belly
And a quote right by her wrist
She ain't gotta tell me
Cuz I know about the rest
She ain't gotta tell me
Cuz I got the best
She a pop punk emo goth
Come get your pimple, bussed
We gon' send some hits, you gotta gun, we got a bigger one
We been had the drop but turned our back to save the little ones
he put him on his back
This bitch said that she love me, I know that shit bap
Research the shit, I talk in songs, I'm spittin' straight facts
I put
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
rappers
Not to get embarrassed in the booth
Yo, it's a shame I say
Most of you rappers play
And get your written rhymes eaten by a DJ
But I'm a MC and it's
dawn.
[Chorus:]
Doubt'll be the fire of your delight,
but you're never gonna come back down
A half
The pop song on the five,
but you're never
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
started this shit
Then I'ma finish this shit
Real St. Clair niggas up in this bitch
Bustin' round after round 'til I empty the clip
I do my dirty
would probably be hysterical
For 25 years she seen me be a miracle
Seen me come a long way just by being lyrical
Naw I ain't act religious but God know me
one
By stating the word first before
You pop out one
Cause when you say "Question:
What is the story?"
I'll reply, "Answer: That is annoying"
And like
with a shot two or three
Yeah I’m in the zone
I like to mix rose mo’ with ma Patron
The only life I know put that in a song
So take two birds forty in
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
You can hear the sound of each little town, 'cause they all sing, every =
Mile a town pops up, full of pride for this country, and now a shroud =
times without even tryin
I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin
Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat
Little cutie rat, walking by with
strong minutes, long distance
Even wrote a note with a quote of song in it
The bus thrust me sixty East of L.A.
The length to which I went to find words
Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts
Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start
If you're looking for some
my Corduroys are cuffed with a crease down the middle
Snake skin around my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the package of crack
So
All I wanted was a little respect and recognition
Anything just opposite of ass kissing
Entertainment business industry brain washed rappers
That
up with white
This little nigga actin' hard, they claimin' Sal, they claimin' Nwar
But when he died, there was only his mama cryin' by his side
Highway 7 south Ontario
The campground sleeps beneath the dirty snow
I pulled off in Madoc
For a pit stop at the Tim's
To try my hand at rolling rims
look at you and there is no vulgarity
Pull me out the dark with little severity
I do not care about the popularity
Lifting up prayers to you, that's my
who has been forgiven much, loves much"
We gonna talk about BC a little bit
My depravity was total, not small like pox
I was chained to sin, I
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