Lyrics:
Yeah
Aye, you already know what it is potna
Fasho
Aye
Young Rez
JokerTooCold
We in here
Fasho
I be ackin' like I'm ackin'
And be doin' what I'm doin
you came from nothing
I made it out, niggas say I got lucky, I'm doin' my thing, only God can judge me
Bitch wanna fuck but she know I ain't budging
D-Mark got the heat on me Talk that shit nigga, big dollar
If I ain't got it right now, bet,I'ma go and get it
Just check my navigation, said I
(Hey)
(Yeah)
(It's Will-Rocious)
I can see the bigger picture
With my eyes closed
How my life just pass 'em by Look like a slide show (Slide)
soon as I felt it comin' on
I should quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit
To the man up above, the whole thanks I give
I'll never drink again if
[On the CB.]
Breaker, one-nine, this here's the Duck again. You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen, there ain't no way out 'cept
’m doin swear I’m just fine
I missed last night
Had 6 shots by 9
Ask how I’m doin swear I’m just fine
We drank cheap tequila
We ain’t got no limes
Now I
it's age"
When I see afro puffs, I think maybe it's Rage
Maybe it's staged, they trippin' and they say they got beef
Ain't an MC on this Earth that
stay and play some L.A. hoes"
He said, "Alright player yo, I'll see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules
We roll
I-I-I-I-I-I
Ain't nobody gonna be doin' it for ya
I-I-I-I-I
I got dreams and I got time
But that ain't enough to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta
I'm systematic, hydromatic
I'm unorthodox like Lenny Kravitz
I don't play guitar, still on your radar
And you can help by screamin, fuck you
Snupe
You ain't cum yet" and she know I run that
I got a hundred fucking
Thousand views on Cosmic
Kev and it ain't been a month yet
I'm doing it
Nigga
know they ripe, but heaven can't wait gotta have it tonight
Riding 'round thinking 'bout doin' shit I ain't 'pose to
Looking in the mirror like fuck it
and my pants on
Bitch I still had 85 grand on
Think I ain't demonic gettin on then ya damn wrong
Play with me, I wouldn't even take a chance on it
Bitch
ain't real no mo'
Cause it's some shit in the hood
We wanna kill you fo' loose lips sink ships
Tattle-tellin gets you killed fast
I hope you get knocked
Where were you when I was down-down-down-down-down-down?
Nah, we cannot work it out-out-out-out-out-out
Yeah, yeah
You ain't finna make me feel bad for
in her
She keep asking what we are, and I’m just finessing the question
Smoking by myself idc bout yo session
You ain’t really got it, you Cappin you
if you thinkin' about me
'Cause I am not thinkin' about you
You can just suck on a dick bitch
I'm doin' it better without you
Ain't nobody ever wanna
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open
I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke, and smokin' dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I
moving you gone turn me to a fan
For Pete sakes I ain't worried bout yo man bottoms up i can spend it I ain't worried bout the bands
Do yo dance baby
on the dinner plate
Love is hate, kissing ass by wetting vocals
Hustling on the streets, when it's hotter than Akapolko
You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin
and gone
You took me by surprise
I didn't realize that you were laughing
(Laughing) 'cause you're doin' it to me
(Laughing) it ain't the way it should
you know who to holla at
I got that wood and I keep it swinging it like a bat!
Shawty got it and she know just what she doin wit it
Got the whole room
and it's comin' to your town
It's done by the people who can really throw down
You don't need to be a queen or a jack of spades
It's done by the brothers
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