Lyrics:
won’t find another girl that’s like her LOL
We could prolly be like Sid and Nancy but she in her shell yea
Don’t got a lot of friends I be by my Vlone
She
my blessings
Duck off on my losses
Tell me when we was dead broke
What the F***? did you offer?
He gotta Stay Strong cause he know he a Alpha
He can't
straight from the heart
How you kill a man dead bullet straight to the heart
Ice cubes in warm water it just broke me apart
Right in front his daughter
something I used to be call (ya)
Gotta show love for my brothers
Dey come from another
(Yea) these niggas had put me put on (yea-yea)
Tolerate so much
You
leave a fake emcee dead in this bitch
I'm about to explode pass the dro
Bust another bottle of Moe'
Over your head make you have to go to a med'
Don't
Turn myself into a zombie so she can love me like I'm dead
Gettin' high everyday just to keep my fuckin' head
Sticks and stones may break my bones
them one by one crack up in my subs
45 tucked up in my trunk crack up in my subs
45 tucked up in my trunk, bitch
I'm the dead motherfucker crawling
Out
But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
[Chorus]
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
[Chorus]
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
But dead that game plan, I'm not satisfied
[Chorus]
The poor get worked, the rich get richer
The world gets worse, do you get the picture?
of MC's like to
Use the word dramatical another demension
I never hesitate to mention
About the Retro Horror Music plus the
Brain dead it causes tension
(Ahahahaha, wow)
Wow, another fucking war
I am not even surprised anymore by the state of affairs
I feel like nobody cares that there are people
to another level, there I stand
Hand to hand rap combat black
Back in the land I expand data for the wack
leaving multilated bodies lacerated limbs grim
The cop shouts "Freeze"
Raise ya hand kid he reaches for his wallet
And the cop goes blam
Damn - pulp fiction in the car
Another dead homey tryin' a find
just a gimmick for appeal
I'm watching them house niggas with the slaves in the field
While We trying to break the chains, they getting chains with
love me, yes they do
I could never be no dead-beat, ya understand
Never be no part time, never, never, believe that
Look
[Verse 1]
Now my Son
He aint
You gotta spit some real shit sometimes
How many niggas do you know that
Spit real shit on their tracks?
Nah, real talk real talk
How many niggas do you
give no fucks, I want him dead by this Wednesday
Funeral on Saturday, want him buried where his mans lay (bah)
I ain't going to step or doing shit
get sense
Smoking loud in a c class benz
Police stop you for road where your licence
Dead body at the road side at lekki
Another young soul taken from
money get to your head, I'm hitting pinnacles
When you get here I only want head, keep on your panties, hoe
Heard niggas wanted me dead, I'm still
brought me home a daughter-in-law and a grandbaby by now!
If you loved me
You'd be able to fly me around the world like Tyler Perry!
Her precious
the return
I'm on a spiritual high, smoke that lyrical lime
My cutties keep vanilla shit in the sky
Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by
The burner
being caught, so I fought back
They gotta drag them a bleeding dead nigga back
But not like that, fool, I ain't going out
Before I do I bet I take one
and shitty
You got niggas with attitudes, and bitches with problems
Am I another demon, or one that got some
Through my life story, look at the product I've
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