Lyrics:
can fuck with my game
Why your girl be giving me brain
Its mind blowing
This track ain’t on pain 2 Gain
Its just straight flowing, but
All around
the sentence like butter knives
Occam's razor gave me peace of mind
My only original alibi
Thus was foretold
By the Grand Talismans of old
Mercenary, M, 13th in
clright, now I can, now I know how it will stretch out this time, alright so, yea, this is just, um, this that kind of track where you just spit some
without
And I kno you want more
By any means just let em doubt
Waking outta my sleep tryna find a beat shit ain't for no reason
Tossing all in my sleep
A man this ya man Mrgyent man everybody got a story to tell man so I guess I'll tell Mine this my life
This my life on the track and I'm seriously
of the globe
Fate only know
I'm some tnt
on the beat
to explode
It makes it hot on the top
I bet it's freezing below
Yall would know
I don't
visit
Track runner; i run it up
Accountant; i count it up
$$
If y'all talkin trash we both know ya done
Ghxst writin writtens cuz he's the one
like yo
on the track
Watch me jump on the track what's my vertical
The doctor the DJ I'm surgical
My flow is a cancer
CatScan the beat and it's terminal
Yeah, yeah
car well
He never lost a race on Windy Hollow Rd.
By the time he turned 18 he was the Georgia dirt track king
Proudly sponsored by the local Texaco
+Back to the Future+, without the flux capacitators
No backsees, no penny taps for clones
On my tracks, I would die over spit, like Ramone
You WHACK
just about to end dah track yah
But mi hear dem chat and say dem badda
Well, beat dah one yah
Loop di beat, put 100 minutes pon dah clock yah
Original,
manhood
You beat upon little boys in the hood
Oh - what you're man enough to kill in a drive-by
Drive by the White House and all you do is wave hi
While
the bench."
Yo they got me handcuffed, I'm down in central booking
Things are fucked up, the way my future's looking
But I'm too fly, I'ma change this
with the end and the future
Rula
Nobody can't play wit da rula
Rula
Nobody cant play wit da rula
Christ came in the flesh
He put on the gloves and beat
I had to travel to the 90's just to get my soul back
Now I'm pushing this all black matte Cadillac
Trunk screaming like it's Friday the 13th blunt
no Freddy Kruger/
Nah this its no dream, this is what I do bra/
Its streetz the truth, welcome to the future/
Hating on me is only gonna fast track
that way I know that it ain't leaving
Switch the flow cuz I'm misleading
How the fuck you hate my attitude but still gon let me beat it
I peep it, I
trong thì cứng y như là đạn homies
Making money, buy the rocket for the target
Turn on my track, make it loud you will got it
Change to sicko mode, put
life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means
life
Vampire gang up at night
Hellsing when they pull the pipe
Niggas about to pay they price
No heart in me I always been cold
Get it by any means
O’bou an me Akenzo
Cameroon baddest
Yezzir
Alien ’pon di beat
Illest
Back in the days we be hustle by the beach
But nowadays we dey hustle overseas
it on
You play ball and you think you Lebron
You might spend 5 days picking a song
By then i’m on a racetrack winning along
I’m doing it right
Horsemen nigga...
I'm back, give me a fired up Mac
Seventeen different sachels of uncooked crack
Dogs don't associate with cats
Horses beat niggas with
faded
Many cases of self-hatred
Castrate myself in 33 ways
Equal to only 13 days of elation
Tracin my greatness
To the pain inflicted by many men in my
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