Lyrics:
and a dime, so turn it up
Turn it up! Turn it up
This is it! This is it
We the shit We the shit Get with it!
Give a fuck Give a fuck
Who you wit Who you
do anything for Monster Crack
Give away her body, steal from her brother
Fight her father or sell her mother
Cause when you're possessed by Crack, God
I don't give a fuck
Life I live it up
I ain't missing much
Shoot a shot
Before you go against me
Warn your whole team
That I don't lose a lot
Taking
never gonna shine cah you're a big hater
Make 50 mil, become an innovator, before I get taken away by the Malaikah
Risk taker not a compromiser, that's
the traffic like I'm jaywalking
I go for the hoop, call me Michael, different J walking
I do this by myself it's no one else, I'm not walkie-talking
It hurts my
But my grip, is when my fingers curl around the mic
I know what it's like, a dog eat dog world
But I'm a carnivore, out on the parquet floor
away, so gracefully, the righteous got the best of me
I found the key, a recipe, don't mess with me, I rest in peace Bought a coffin by the ocean, sent
it, it's even get it get-got, so what?!
Bring it, I'm closin' now shut, I don't give a FUCK about gettin' popped
Them thugs probably heard, left these
get 'round with mad toys
(Mad toys)
I remember that day so clear, so ments
(Ments)
They got away once, can't happen again
(Again)
A lot of man did by
through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32 chilling in the Bahamas
[W.C.]
Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowing how
cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by
the day
I Michael Myers you and you can't get away
30 round in your hip won't get away
All this love, baby, you can't get away
I'm trying to show you what
Records out the basement
Fuck you lil pussy bet you
Never gonna say shit (bet)
I ain't have to take an L yet (bet)
Getting jiggy with it, Will Smith (bet)
Michael Jackson's hit's make
Him less sacred
Then you taking your clothes off
Makes me less naked when what each preach
I'll make it or break it
Do you
the monsters won't let me be
I'm having thoughts of eating a bullet Smith and Wess and I pull it
No more stress I go through it fuck this life and I do it
Let my
to board a
Plane that was heading to the place I was going
Spent a thirty-six hour delay cuz it was snow'n
Half of the airport blown away by terrorist
Happy
she know I’m deep in these streets I just can’t get away
Cry to myself nobody else it be hard to vent
Play like you care when you don’t shit that I
the answer
But I got the manners
(W)rap like Santa
Take a picture like a camera in this bitch (uh huh)
Move too fast I need to slow it down
Feeling paranoid
for life, I'm tryna decide
I might hit her tonight, get the girl right
I give her the pipe, the way that she like
I beat it like Michael Jackson she
I go give you what you what e yea
Ya ga ye yaga yea e
Ijo Banky W
What are you capable of
The way you put in work on the dance floor mami like your
never went through it you ain't really into it
The next rap to show you I really been through it
Every other day I'm givin the love away
That's what
through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32 chilling in the Bahamas
[W.C.]
Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowing how
We gon talk about the policy
Imma break the game down
And give it to you logically
A nigga get gettin' money now
Fuck it they can hate
Big blunts
even know it until I was well into being a teenager
I didn't get my needs met by the white community
Didn't have the support I needed to thrive
So in
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