Lyrics:
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
I've been workin' and gettin' by
But that ain't enough to satisfy
'Cause I got dreams for you and I
So I got money on my mind
So if you wanna stack
hit the stage
With the star-shaped bass, he'd send the crowd into a rage
Stop, look up, and what do you see?
The Mothership landing in DC
So, yo, thank
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
Take a defeat
But I don't lose
Mo
Taking up up shots with no ammo
I know I've been missing just came back again by myself and I'm feeling like Rambo
the hops, bottom out until the top of the top tip hits with grit shit
Then I'ma shift into high gear, my year, every year
Let me hear someone near cheer
Q
So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips and gettin' stoned
I got into town a little early
not, brrrr
Yeah, tell 'em it's the ROC
In New York, let Jigga rock, I'm higher than my socks
I'm twisted like my locks, big up to the Lox
I did
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
Get up everybody and listen to this
The F.A.H
You'll see why
Q.U
Double E.
N
Is the reason I must be myself
What else?
Well fame hasn't got me
Souped up
Selling out
Sloppy or poppy
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
on mountain cliffs
I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips
Double-S, double the threat, double your bet
Double up on that cash if you decide
rockstar ripped (yeah)
Keed talk to 'em (rockstar, rockstar) (yeah)
(Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) (yeah)
Rockstar skinnies, crushed up my pills
Tuckin' em up all on the side of my truck
As far as duckin' to what
Your gonna get to two hollow
Tips stuck in your gut
You people can't do nothing so
They
Yeah yeah
Word up (Yeah son)
Yeah yo how this goin down nine-six
How we livin son (exoticness)
Nine-six exoticness (representin)
Know what I
to the politics
Articulate, but still'll
Grab a nigga by the collar quick
Whoever havin' problems with
Their record sales just hollow tip
If that don't work
it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin down one thing that
want it
In the field they be puntin'
They turnin' it over, we gettin' the money
They're only there when it's sunny
But we was there when it was
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Trapped by the trap house
Yeah
Yeah
Niggas gettin' trapped by the trap house
Hella cops ran in his shit and did a sweep
Fentanyl
three steps from reality
Get up to get down, represent your town, last night
Was poppin' like like c***ed Glocks with hollow-tip rounds
From booty
were tight like the Q-Tip in the fight
Now is you insane is your brain intact
We be official when it comes to this no B.S. rap
Here comes
P: bitch, this p world here, bitch, ain't man except me.
I ain't comin for no coffee beans, straight up coke and weed, bitch
Here go the money. you
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