Lyrics:
trapped
Just a few years you were broker than Tyler Perry (What)
Running in circles like Tom and Jerry
Losing yourself like a chocolate candy, Eminem so
the Pope (Like the Pope)
I know nigga's and I call em Al Capone (Al Capone)
Go, I know nigga's and I call em Al Capone (What? Al Capone, What? Al Capone)
Go,
like the number on my sleeve
You can call me it cuz I'm surrounded by the cheese
Niggas wanna know how I be stacking all this cream
Find out next episode
And beat you fast like it's M.M.A
I'm The M-A-N
Got your girlfriend here
And she slim as fuck, call her eminem
Leave some evidence in her uterus
Venomous
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
motherfucker
Never never play no fool wit the city dogs
Work for the ghosts wit cash in hand
Straight into the pocket to feed 'em
Guess why they call it cock
missions l
Yea I'm onna rise tryna count hella digits
Lil shordy down to ride I call her my lil mrs
Swear I need you by side cause when you not I really miss
Got my eye out
For the fakers
Call em manicans
Dressing the part
But never move into
Positions
Chasing my dollars
Don't bother my time
Expensive
[Esoteric]
My blows landed, those they froze stranded
Most by most branded, for life I'm precise
These so-called perfectionists must have no
Gregg or my Guy
Uncle Rays on da forklift, rolling right by
I just seen Nobby, bout to link Phil
Mick hail up, when I’m done work big Taylor
Da pretty
random people That you even do not knowYou will get to know it from your Mother Fucking hoesEm is the best and he is not gonna fuck with toesNow wipe That
a
Cage, trying to keep up with the trends
Smackin' banality up on they names
Cheatin' the game ain't a friend
You gotta carve your niche, how many
Eminem
in it for the long haul
Acts 16 act like paul
Believe in god it's our call
I remember feeling small
I could barely crawl
Surrounded by pain
I wanted
Heaviest hitter of 'em all
And I drop bars hard as
You got dropped by Paul
Oh, you bringin' up Paul? it
Didn't burn at all
Lookin' like a freaky Chia
Pet
out of 'em
Act tough and amuse but if you get bruised
You would sue, you're blues clues and I'm not Eminem
There is no return I'm turning the world into
Petty case out in Sioux Falls, yeah
You niggas drag queens, RuPaul, yeah
Shoot three, pimp two hoes, yeah
Trap phone, I missed two calls, yeah
Me
yeaaaaa
Btc you think I gaf who yo cousin is?
Ar15 sweep cuz n nem
Family house was on the 8 not by eminem
It got deep real deep I start swimming witchuuu
get them bags gone, creepin thru we in yo shit just like it's home alone, don't talk about them skits or bout them *beep* when you call ma phone , it
I'm holding c-notes but no I can't sing, okay
Lil mama a fling (Uh huh)
We call her Chris Paul, just chasing a ring
Ay I'm back on my grind (My grind)
the presents a gift
You gunna open it
Or let it sit
I can say these words
Even spit
But if I can't take em to heart
In the past I'll live
But I don't live
By
Everything I ever wanted
We smoking the best weed
We fucking all these hoes
We got fast cars, cloths, money, diamonds, you see Em shinning
You know
Call the morgue I'm killin 'em
Even Kyle is not feelin 'em when I drill 'em with skills of ten Eminems
You feminine, don't even call my name
I stay
comin' in, bitch, I like my shit in all blue
I'm 'bout to buy another truck and finna give away my coupe
I'm shootin' shit like Paul Pierce, bitch, I
it off the muscle
See em in my future
Call that nigga Russel
But they know he talk that stick talk
Niggas mute he give em muzzle
& If she talkin
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