Lyrics:
Still got the same flame behind me from the "Hate Me Now" video
It's continual
All I need is a beat and I'm stitchin' you
Like stitchin' these words
too long when
He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch all these feelin'
Well let me be the first to get mine oh
I was born by a lake, chicken
Drug dealers on the rise
These carjacks is federal
You soft and shreddable
Dictionary rappers you come at me all edible
I lit bash your crew
Like you
we'll go (shut the fuck up)
Alright
Ask Dre
All I got is my word, my dick and my MAC-10
One thing you can never have is my motherfuckin' black skin
the front seat of that white and black
Side streets through the city, ain't nobody fucking with me
Yeah you know I had to duck 'em all
Screaming,
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
'm young black and rich
I'm young black and
I will not lose
I will not lose on my 72 Dolphin flow
Give it to you simple or go deeper than a dolphin go
my Charger with his nine beam
Remind Sneed that coke ain't what you need homie
Rest in peace to all y'all pussies that was hating on me
I got a head
(Suppose to last)
Now all I see is niggas by the mass
(Kick them in the ass)
Fuck even bitches came to kick some ass
(Kick some ass)
Now I go I’m approache
You won't see me at all
When I'll walk out the door
All by myself, on the floor
For my life I want more
Hey, all I know
Black or white
shot
Escape from a jail cell, split away from hell
And all I want for Christmas is a Glock and some shells
Billy Boy takes the pictures, (rak watch
heaven
Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC 11
I'm rolling up by the pound, you rolling up by the seven
Walk in the room with the black and white fur, that
every white string infinite
You different, last night, niggas picturin'
Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white shit
Fatal Lines, I'm the future, real
Timbuktu
'Cause I'm original, like Black Falasha Jews
Velours by BUFU. Buy Us, Fuck you
Try us, fuck you
You die y'all got gats but him buck too, nigga
Asuka Kazama
She bring catana for drama
You might not make it tomorrow
I remember flippin chicken fingers
Like they was middle fingers
Niggas
Gotta stay focused continue Chasing The green
Cash rule everything
I just want all the cream
Oh yeah
Stuck in a maze like a mouse Chasing The cheese
it
If it's an issue, trust, I'm comin' to get with you in person
With the extendo, throwin' at you 'til I flip the suburban
All my businesses
When I be asking
Yo who is more dramatical
This one that one
The white one or the black one
Pick the punk
And I'll jump up to attack one
land
This land was made for you and me
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice for all
(Just, just dance)
(Let's play a love game,
stay in the house for? (Why?)
If it ain't real, what you open your mouth for?
Yeah, I'm a team player, but I'll do it without y'all
I'm fighting them
Scott LaRock is for now the main topic
Not looking at his cuts or cash flow of the pocket
You may not realize it or you may not know
But, uh (He
lookin' to lose
Tryin' to turn all us young niggas into troops
You want us to fight your war
What the fuck I'm fightin' for?
Shit, I ain't got no love
All of you bitches is weird on the Bible (weird on the Bible)
Talkin' shit when ain't nobody by you
I could never be judged by a bitch that was dancin'
and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
You curl your toes in fun as you smile
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