Lyrics:
the thing about revolutions is?
You don't plan them, I didn't at least
There just happened to be alot of people that agreed with me
I happen to be
than a fucking lightpost
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
for it because I
Couldn't see you could do this
I lot of rappers they come by
And they got their writtens ready i know
And sometimes they give you shit
a fuck what you say now
Lot of n***as talk the talk
But don't walk the walk
You a actor dog, go head and knock it off
Got the lil' homies with me
dog I love you
And I ain't scared to say it, singing praises to my kinfolk
Can't call them friends, they kept it gangsta from the get-go
And I met Sir D
Cause if they see you weak they gone eat
I try to live my life with some confidence
But got a lot of insecurities
Chase money in a hurry cause I want that
get called off, when niggaz get sawed offs
Go get my meat to meet and give me that raw dog
You, go get you a nasty, givin that pussy you bought off
I
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
but he's off the trigger
So shook ya shiver, poison verbs like alcohol destroy ya liver
Make ya volcanic hot, niggas got problems like Sir Smoke-a-Lot
back and forth. Yes, sir. Yes, sir ski
Blessed on
Well, guess what
Yeah, I say let me go ahead and bless them though. Like yeah, I told you right now
What, what?
(This goes out to the general public)
Yo you over there Styles? Yeah dog
(Anybody sleepin' on us) second album nigga two guns up nigga
me in a classy suit
Not like Jill Scott, but on the mic I'm nasty too
I'm the most disruptive when I go and bust it, making lots of noise
Like the cork
as a bull dog
A lot of bitch in my blue door
She gotta suck me in the party then, (fuck)
I stayed in moving every hour
21 in life, mad drugs sent, (Rush)
I
Muahahaha
Yes, come shop with us
Come see what we have in store for you
Excuse me, sir, my lanes open
Down here, in hell
I can check you out
Forever
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Watch out for the weirdos, you know that they plot
Mix the garlic with cheese so my pockets got knots
Can't love on no thot 'cause these bitches be
And my Sprite, is purple so I'm moving slow
On my side, my dogs moving rocks and hay
And I slide, by how I'm chopping blades
When I drive, I got a big
progress?
I used to care about
Anyone that passed my fence
Like they'd be junkie dogs
With fucking dogs that start on kids
But now I care more that
The man
up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm
Opps be watching peep the back door
Fox five double like it's ten
Big nine hold the by the end
Free my dogs that's locked in the pen
Shot em down then
around while my main out of town (yea)
I'm thinking she know me she know me by now (yea)
Yes I'm a dog in need of a bone (yea)
Too many women can't leave
like a taxi
Spanish mami ridin' she so nasty
Couple horses in the whip u can't catch me
I got more drip than a hypebeast
Top dog lookin like a high
flash
I give a little muscle and I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I'm sober I've forgotten what
Everything theses haters tryna reach I got it
Say they fixing to come and rob me I doubt it
I don’t mix up in no beef I shot him
Know a lot of people mad at me
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