Lyrics:
on it
I'm done tryna be somebody to some nobodies
I'm bein' so honest, and they don't know porridge
If I get burnin' while I'm watchin', higher
gone be testing you sure in for a lesson
That's forever session I'm blessing to be the don
By the time you get the message outta this one I'll be
when they swinging at the bee hive
Rewind, ain't nobody reach out
Back when I was coming up, now they hit me and get mad if I don't reply
Where were
not to get mad at the trees
Tell em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad at the idiots that planted the seeds
When it come to mixtapes
I'm
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
thinking that I'm weak
Disciples with me deep protected by the Prince of Peace
Principalities we're trying to visit in my sleep
I rebuke 'em on my knees,
care
Now I'm regettin' that I ain't say
I never told how I felt
I'ma do my shit until these bitches
Get so mad that they melt
(And they still don't
Why you hatin'?
Why don't you go get you one?
What you mad cause we datin'?
Dog, it ain't like dat
Bow, you know I got your back
I don't wanna see you
then I spark shit (you know I don't give a fuck)
'Bout to get on some real King of New York shit (ha)
And I only drink that dark shit (Dusse)
When I'm
now he on reddit
Mf get clicked bow need a medic
Big bully boy sit down don’t bet it
Heard boy got 6 pounds I got seven
Big drip no sit down I
at private locations
Told my bro don't stress
Opps gone die just be patient
They want the drop but got no guns
Tell them boys get replacement
(OH)
We
not to get mad at the trees
Tell em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad at the idiots that planted the seeds
When it come to mixtapes
I'm
not to get mad at the trees
Tell em all not to get mad at the leaves
Let's get mad at the idiots that planted the seeds
When it come to mixtapes
I'm
the whole pie
You tryna make a parlay but refuse to roll die
Wolves in sheepskin, be cautious of your allies
Dont tell em your plans, in the grass, there be
Make it count bitch
EST, that’s my team, ho dub-O!
Kells! EST, that’s my team, ho
Let me show you what them EST boys, do
Let’s go!
I'm on fire, get
on me 'cause you're mad
You don't have the shit that I have (nope)
Maybe if you got off your ass
You could get some too, a big bag (chi-ching)
(This
the seats, I don't even know Dodge
Get by smooth, if you play this shit smart
See through a fake, ain't no sense in playin' hard
Try to pop shit, better
a movie role (cash out)
Don't make me go Marshawn Lynch on niggas, beast mode (hurr)
Crack a seal on 'em, I got Act poured (Actavis)
I get high like that
hanging pretty face so u kno they stare
And Ik why they want me I’m very aware
I tell em I got a man but they don’t care
Whose doing 50/50 I ain’t playin
last night's fun
Then the foreman says "c'mon now boys,
Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work"
Oh Mammy dear, we're all mad over here
on the come-up
'Cause I pass the hitch-hikers, like I don't see 'em with they thumb up
I just turn the system up and keep boppin'
I never get, where I'm tryna
its about the time, time to put all these boys in line
you walkin into my shoes, but you know youll get dropped to tie em
[Chorus ~ Chamillionaire]
i
place to place
I seen plenty of em
But don`t let the face fool ya
There`s so many of em, but still remain faceless
Let me holler at you face to face
Don't say it lil nigga just be bout it
I got the drac in my lap
And the pussy he mad tell'em we can come see bout it
I fucked his bitch in the back
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