Lyrics:
get to bustin', nigga (baow, baow, baow)
I ain't never missin', if you live, then you lucky, nigga (lucky nigga)
I'll tweak all by myself, I don't
trust but you think different from what your lips say
Got a thousand bones in my garden
Not my fuckin' plan that we'll live alone bitch I'm Marvin
house
I was gettin' sucky face right there on that tan couch, he'll be all up in the room fuckin' a 'lil bitch brains out
Grimey niggas, we ain't worried
"They don't know what they have"
"They'll destroy them", oh u mad?
Culture poaching chieftain to flame
Disenfranchisement, you to blame?
Robbing one town
I see it when I'm smokin' nightmares and chased by a build-a-bear, got crazy blues in my
head and I still be smokin'
Oh yeah, I still be smokin'
I'm about to say some real shit on this
You won't ever feel me
know what im talm' bout
That's what I'm talking about, yeah
She don't love you no
the mac, when I'm swingin' this shit it gon' make your brain splat
Wastin' my time, now what's up with that, hit you in your soft spot, bend your head back
Running up my pockets mane come see what i'm about
Ain't like every other rapper all they want is some clout
Got some dope in my veins, psycopathic acting
Nowhere i'm looking for our soul
i'm ask and i just want to know
what is heaven?
Coming to lay
i got mentioned, here i am
something coming up
eating Apple jacks like, nah, it ain't no Cheerios
Wake up like, "Shit, what I want for breakfast?"
Think I want a sealed pint of syrup straight from
and let'em go in the wind
Bullets fly by cha cha blow in the wind
One afta' another and another
How they come slippin' out the clips
See 'em flip and hm
So things look bad, and your back's against the wall
Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless
You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall
us all short
Put down the champagne
No toast to the legacy(no way)
And all the propaganda of prosperity
That's what a machine does and they don't need
seven
Around the fuckin' block my nigga
Lil' Ya spittin' game at you dog hoes
Fuck what you wearin' don't trip of them dog hoes
Them boys at Mac he down
I saw you,
At the produce stand
By the tangerines,
Bananas in your hand
We talk for five,
Yeah maybe more
You don't got a girlfriend,
Anymore
floor corridor of the Grace Hospital
These are my people, hello Joe, how ya doin'?
Don't I take good care of you, Joe?
Mrs. Bergman, how you doin'? What
Minuets turned to hours
Motivated by the money
A passion for the power
Cowards talked very seldom acted
Bitches with nothing
To do but hate on staks shit
the wack..who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
About to get set
So act like WU..Protect
moves, some think it the shoes And just,
Uh, mu'fuckas like to blame it on TRU
When I do, what I do, and talk that slang
Makin the hardest street niggaz
I only got one life to live like the soaps
So before they take mine's I'm puttin' Glocks to their throats
Ker-plow! Adams Apple just got hit by
the people play
We're gonna get down on you
Come alive all over you
Dancin' down into your town
You know tyrannosaurus rex was destroyed before
By
promise you dat
Or loose your life on purpose nigga
I'ma be back
Dat nigga don't want to see dat
I'm haunted by night stalkers to death
Rippin your click
fuckin' sunk it
Hope to have a spot like George and Wheezy
Chocolate peanut butter shit, like Reese's and feces
We sees, the observable, absurdable
My
the array of the pain
But I gain, no pain no gain no brain no sane
thoughts, will be maintained, so I keep my head on
Can't be fuckin with that buddha too
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