Lyrics:
a tree he treat us with kindness
You see kind of like me we the same process, get on that
I rock with the sound
Stone up from the ground
Got you trippin'
(Once again, my friend) Long Island
(What the hell do you wanna be when you grow up?)
I wanna be a super emcee
(Well, you're already that) so
the crack rock and shit
Took it to another level
Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
rock and shit
Took it to another level
Now I'm getting crazy papes, getting paid from the devils
Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
twisted, I'm No Limits, I'm a savage, ay
Blow a nigga down if he pull up right here cappin', ay
Bitch I be with shooters, all my niggas don't be rappin',
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
live a life of crime
Or you gonna stay on the porch and do good by your people
But your destination is solely up to you
Damnnn
I've been running out
on my hip line
Ready to rock and roll off my style
Gun a nigga down then I
Stroll off i don't do
The shooting my niggas will drop the load off
(The Goons)
paper and rock with The big boy's you got it I got it so don't get it twisted
Just wanna forget about my problems for the day I got the baddest bitches
stance here as a band leader is Pangaea
My heart frio, I'm cold, heater than Cambria
I rock steady, my Johnson's Dwayne-heavy
We just erase heroes, I
twisted I was inspired by Fab
That's not the reason why I jumped in the lab
Got tired of fuckery sit back and laugh
Thinking to myself what if I perfect
degrees
Now my eyes bleed (why?)
Because I just smoked a bag of weed
Bringin' forth Heltah Skeltah, be the big Rock, God help ya
I beat more ass,
wrist
Checking at the time
Tryna figure out
Where my secretary by my side
I hear the chitter chit chat
Man I aint tryna be that mean
But if I clap back
Open up, open up
Open up shop
Grab me a fork and a pot, baby, don't bring me no pan
Just let it rock
Told her I feel like I'm Diddy the way I be
used to cry to the lord
How a young black sister get it so hard
Two babies to raise all by myself, help wanted
I see the tank comin through so I
You got me punching my pillow every morning
Got me out here looking dumb, dumb, dumb
I told my sister all about you
She said, "Babe you better
of the west
I be the killa with a tec and I'ma villain with a vest
I gotta fill 'em with effects then I get it out the way
So I can say what I wanna say
Kardashians
Step by step I'm getting closer to my victims
Step by step you getting close to non existence
Niggaz got no wisdom, got no say like Hollywood's
popped nun in a while traumatized by the horror smoke
But
Don't get it twisted I still smoke
I still hope
That I'll get over all of the demons and all
Yeah
Oh, Bnoutch!
Ah, oh-ohh
Ima get fly, invest into the drip
I’m tryna get high and take another sip
Do shit to get by, and I don’t ever trip
I
have fun with that shit, They already fucking know it
Y'all don't really wanna see me let loose (No they don't)
Getting sloppy by your twin while I text
holdin' pies
Impliment a plan and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that shit's so ill
Better
Darling
Don't you know that there's better clubs than ones called pryzm
My heart is fine
She's gone by nine
With tequila
On the rocks with a lime
Tonight
hearing them
I got crazy visions and soon niggas gon be fearing them
Gah damn
My bad
For getting niggas riled up like a rock band
Throwing up the mic stand
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