Lyrics:
like all of my life
Show you some different I’m changing ya life
Jay after Jay say my dope dynamite
We fuck off the perk that might fuck up your life
Lil
to get it by myself, nobody gave me nothin
Trap baby, young nigga, grew up in the trap
Drug deals and homicides, yeah, I witnessed that
Humble Money, South
shit get with me
hah so if for any reason you forget, forfeit
and call me mr. I'll take your chick
haha, nah, call me mr. upgrade or mr. front page
call
brother, he be snappin' too
Got tired of fuckin' bitches by the one
When I can fuck 'bout two
Free lil' Blue, I got it from my nigga
Now I’m first to shoot
Dracos, extensions
I hop out the whip and I clap them
Hop in
Drive
Hop out
Slide
Full clips film homicides
Nintendo you switched sides
Hop In
Slide
Hop Out
to kill, just give me the word
Read a lot, I say a prayer because it mean a lot
Killin' niggas by landslide and never even out
Homicides all in my eyes
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
'em
I keep my fam' with me, 'cause you know I don't fuck with niggas
Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, poppin' drugs, takin' gasoline
And my wrist game too
homicides I might just shed a tear
Nah nah nah nah but we don't live in fear
Vvs dancing on my fucking body like they chandeliers
Aye ask lil baby what ha
the homicide and you shot the guy?
And when you's 'bout to cry who got you high?
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
I'll blast the guy that don't pass the lye
ever think this bitch ain’t by my side
Wanna hear King Zayy work with another nigga that’s a fine
Don’t think you tough I seen the biggest niggas crying
they asked 'bout my lil' soldiers
This what I'm gon' reply (this is the sound)
That lil' nigga throwin' six-o, he been slanging iron
Care 'bout no
looks is Unique
Whose Mrs. Huxtable smart and a freak
Can whip it up like a chef
Cas I be eating
Meat eater or vegan
Yes, I need three
Three beezies that
my own shit right now..
So much go through my head all day
The game situation is be paid or played
I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it's homicide
with the blues (ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (ooh)
Get salt over by your boo (ooh)
I ain't never kickin' no spooks
Nigga say he thinkin' bout
$lick
Burn me a CD of Lil Wayne, that shit probably still in my boombox
But nowadays I keep walking to an establishment that selling myself on a fucking
You know what I'm sayin'
They think I'm pussy shit
Ain't sweet like a homicide
I'm for the people give em' hope
With them Obama eyes
Fuckin' bitches
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
tell me that I can't hear
Go on tell me that my mama use to e on welfare
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but names could neva hurt me Mr. Hater
jackin', str8 jackin'
What, what
Yall can test me but you aint getin nothin' x2
Second Verse :[Mr. Shadow]
Step a lil closer, cause I ain't scared
I
and keep it spinning
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spineless spree
Cause it's are-E-S-P-E-see-T for Lil Ke
Now to guarantee, with the more satisfaction
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
though
The loud wild off the gate, don't need your molly
As a git, you scraped the candy, Mr. Charlie
Nowadays I ride a foreign by Mr. Charlie
I got
give a fuck (fuck)
You tryna slide it's nothin'
I see homicide, it's nothin', they said he outside, he stuntin'
It's 4:30 something, he on live, but
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