Lyrics:
like you think they should
It's all on you
You see them kids be schemin' on what we done copped
Always out there schemin'
They steady fiendin' for
Curse the dirt we wish to skunk
As we are amazed by disgust
Bow and stare at them, fantasize
Questioning paradigms, wondering about maledictions
How this life became that of ours
Is a fact to us yet to be known
By virus, by curse, by chant or mutation
All that we
Know is that we've experienced
niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You
Man, this is it
This is what they've been waiting for baby
This is what they've been waiting for
They've been waiting for the dog to scratch
cute
Picked this out for you
I don't need designer shirts I've got these curves
But I still rock a few
Iced out bag
Iced out shoes
Ouuuuu
I love ya
Is anybody here?
Is everybody here?
The service is about to begin!
I make my servant by fires insidious
Instead of the laughter, there's
the ruckus consume ya body
I'ma groom the shotty then I'ma aim it at whom is naughty
With them damning me to hell, planning for me to fail
Ain't no landing
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what the fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin' since kindergarten, you's a lame
fuckin', ah
Well, I'll tell you about my smoke stack
What's coming back, Jack
We'll turn back
Curse for in their words in their words
Tell them that
a sovereign of me
I'll take a trip
Cruising slowly on a sinking ship
It's weird what we're used to
Conditioned to skip through
And never take a look
versatile, mothafuckas
What type of rhyme you want?
Niggas got me in they sight
Now I'm runnin' for my life tell me!
What's that, West Side like? West side!
and pap it some more
We ready for war
[Chorus]
So what nigga pull your gun
That's exactly how we play
Screaming bloody murda mo all day
Earth for her
Present the gifts without the curse
Her pleasure is my purpose
Pleasure to be at your service
We front row at fashion shows
As well
musical direction for you
KW: I mean it was just fun to go in
And vibe out and not worry about what
Was happening on radio or
How successful the song
Would
motherfucka'
You think we gon' do our thing
Well ain't it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the commas
And whoever among us
And you know I'ma bust my
Scripture that
The origin of a man's heart is black
How can we show up for
An invisible war
Preoccupied with a shadow, makin' love with a whore
Achin' in
freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You don't even know what the half is
You've got to pay to play
Just for shorty bang-bang, to look your
a diamond
Motivation for morining
People call you blind (people call you blind)
But all you need is me girl (all you need is me girl)
Your all thats I'm my
desperate lonely women, hurt ya happy home
Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to bone
She not the type deserving of a throne
Her beauty is her curse, she
a different kind of steel up to my grill
Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They give us guns and drugs
niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You
Bracing, don't aim to please nor transfer
Tracing my steps in stones that brought me home
Now I'll practice what I preach
Talk about the times, offer
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