Lyrics:
I couldn't help but notice your pain
My pain?
It runs deep
Share it with me
Uh, pain
Pain, pain, pain
They'll never take me alive, I'm
lap
Real demon baby
Fuck these muthfuckers
Y'all aint shit to me
Come and see
Watch I leave em murdered
To the third degree
I'm so elite how I work this
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
a few off the pen, that's all she wrote
When it's all said and done, I'll be the G.O.c.T.
Surrounded by drip all around like a moat!
Moving fast but I
know
Allegedly attacked and are cut up everywhere
But oh, not by women, men!
You sent a man to beat on women!
Lemme tell you i'ma say it again
What's sad
10 seconds
7, 6, 5, 4, 3
Ignition
Lift off
Blobby, oh Mr Blobby
If only you could make us understand
Blobby, oh Mr Blobby
Your influence
the money cause I gotta feed my ego
Fuck a Bent coupe when all my niggas' rent due
Put my life on it, I can show you how a brick move (Whip It)
Baking soda
fucking want it
Rich niggas still dead niggas
Poor niggas still dead niggas
God and Satan still bitch niggas
Fuck the world I don't fuck with em
BMR still
ain’t leaving she ain’t running cause she cumin yea I beat that she a fiend she need that work in the early morning.
I fuck her good hell yea I’m on it
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
fuck with us but don't fuck with us you'll take our style but it's fuck niggas
It may take a while before it's gentrified in other words y'all are oven
to your spot, two Glocks in the pump
Nigga fuck what you need
Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be
Me in the dub late night by the robbery
(by
gun fight
Stranger to the sunlight
Couple years have elapsed
Barely make it past the moonlight
Utterly consumed by
All the evil that i feel
Get the fuck
when they say two is company
Three is a crowd well look here
In Studio B three is never a crowd
Let my cuz, tell you a lil' more about it
It's going
three letters on all they titties (NAV)
Getting these millions, tryna get a billion, I was born one day before Diddy
It's hard to make it out where I
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
You know how we get, boy you we go stupid
Hop on the beat and we kill it, that's first degree murder, we ain't never got to go on no drill
I don't need
One the loneliness number that you could be
Lone number until met it the two that made three
Some only wish meet they dream to a degree
How come
or I could rob Circuit City and get five or three, slang
A kane its no thing but I'm scared to of tab, and if you think I'm gonna change
You can kiss
Stick rubbing it's a bigger degree
They beginning to flee
Pick three sticking as the bigotry bleeds
This is simple to me
Thinking bout my industry
Why is it that when I'm surrounded by happiness, I feel so helpless
It's like I'm living depressed in the sun
Waking up, 8 am, class in session
Live back at 'cha Westside baby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggas know what time it is
(Makaveli
Tell me can you feel it
Can you feel it (I know you hear that eight oh eight)
I can feel it
I can feel it
I done seen it all nigga, fuck you mean
never hurting me
Fuck you and your clergy, B
Man, Jesus need to learn from me.
Get a check
I run it up (ya, ya, ya)
Tryna flex
I fuck it up
Make it jump
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