Lyrics:
'em all wondering how, so
On the down low, haters drown slow
On the down low, haters drown slow
Oh God, my God, we got it all right
Oh God, my God, we
the shit that y'all been wishing for
It's like Miley telling Kim K that she ain't thick enough
Like Lil Pump telling Jay to get his money up
Y'all ain't
back comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change
catch 25 I ain't gotta say it again
I pray over your future big bro
Whatever you're holding onto I pray you let go
Whether it's light or a heavy load
I
bird
Talking larry hope you got it hope you heard
Imma prince like i'm harry finna take over the world
Got a queen by my side i don't need another girl
from straps, 'bout to hit it where they kick it
Got a first class ticket to the pen
Seventeen years old but up in there they all men
It's just another
from straps, 'bout to hit it where they kick it
Got a first class ticket to the pen
Seventeen years old but up in there they all men
It's just another
here
I ain't had a check all year
Taxin', all the blacks and
Police beatin' me in the streets, fuck peace
These niggas actin up in the hood, send mo'
Fuck y'all haters all y'all niggas trolling me
I been spitting 5 year sentence so there ain't no folding me
Say my music makes her Blunt say she feel
Fuck y'all haters all y'all niggas trolling me
I been spitting 5 year sentence so there ain't no folding me
Say my music makes her Blunt say she feel
the chrome
His bro just caught a body he ain't never coming home
All I ever had was my word and my balls
Shouldn't chunk it up if you don't know how it fall
No shark in this year raise it bigga
Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up
and take notice, Na Na take over
Y'all take quotas, to hit papa
these streets
While you was at work
And running round well it was free
Then I learn aint nothing for free
it was time to get paid
You'll come
in allegiance
Life it had changed, since Spirit indwelled
Live for your brother, i ain't talking Lehman
Armor been on, like writ in Ephesians
Look
photographed by journalist
Told 'em free the Soledad Brothers or it's murder bitch
We in the van with hostages, time to make our getaway
Then police did
the truth)
I'ma keep it real
Show you how it feels to ride
Y'all went three feet and stopped rising
(I ain't seen shit)
Wendy Williams is a fat bitch
That's
Niggas been grinding for years, man
The way I see it, this Rebel Gang shit
Ain't no "get in, get out" type shit
We gon be here forever
(This for my
and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill's like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Something ain't right, hit
to stop lyin'
They say conflicts is only one percent
And look at all the money rappers spent
We throw the diamonds in the screen
Nah mean?
But it affects
he sayin' he ain't gangsta, Terrence Williams
Tchouppa City Baby, got the hood goin' ape shit
Niggas false claimin' like they cool, hate that fake shit
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys
animatronics wouldn't save you would it for the snitch
Blood and mucus all over these robots
How do you expect a bunny to kill you when you're mowing the lawn
around the time
When you got elected ain't nothin' changed all the
Promises you made before you got elected they ain't came true
Tell me what to do, these
I think about it involuntarily
All of the time
You know, like Dr. Manhattan
Throwing up a hissy fit
A walking, talking nuclear nihilist
Or a, you
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