Lyrics:
wreckage
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I'ma waste you the chemicals will lace you
My rep keeps growing like Emma Stone's face do
You recently decent I've been a beast every
Unless you got my ends, I'ma make you twins
With the Headless Horseman, hell extortion
Sell your soul, live your dreams
Don't pay the cost then
Chop, chop,
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
be chillin, but kill, if I gotta
Lord hold my hand thru dis
Before I get kilt, gimme jits
I want a kid of my own
Give em a comfortin home
Momma yo
Ask me how I got so fly
Any sense that I can give 'em
a New Beginning Stevie-o
and my dope rhythm
I sent the Lord master give a mental harm
My sole
of trouble
Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to
Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for
lit for right now but how long that's gon' last?
My brodie in trouble you know I'ma crash
Got love for the gang, I'll give 'em my last
Time to turn it
Damon
I was down bad couldn't give me shit
Now I got a bust down on my wrist
Now my outfit cost your rent
Now I only talk big shit (Yeah, yeah,
a never leave em of forsake em like you did
I aint even aiming at you
Thats just what it is
I forgave you back to back now I'm a just give in
My door is
nine lives guess im feline
He'll shine and heal minds slay em with the ill lines
Conceal crime by design feel the nine writing rhymes
Ink sinks in
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
the hell you doing
Hell no, I won’t do it just because you tell me do it
Man No, I don’t give a damn make it mandatory
Hell no, I ain’t fucking with your
down, hell have kids of my own
Sir umm, can you spare me some change?
What do I look like?
An ATM to you?
You got no job so you're tryna make me go broke
that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
yeah
Extorted for money and all the fame, yeah
'Cause they don't want us to own shit
A buncha ghetto kids out the projects
If I was made in
all on my curves
I need it fast and then I go
He'll tell his kids bout this night
But I never saved him in my phone
Uh-huh Uh-huh
Looking like a stunna
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
my little meat-meat
If it wasn't for my favorite weird kid, AWFM
I'd probably off 'em take my dad's pistol
Put 'em in a coffin
But, here we are
why I go hearken the passage
Ezekiel 36:26 it's my gladness
I think it's tragic
How often I trip up in traps set
By evil factions
I'm caught up in all
around a corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice
Talking about kids and wedding ring
He would think
She could never live like her mother did
Have a kid
Four to five kids and then let em be
What kind
like dissin' this
See your Uncle Sam pissing on this
He's running real low on my shit list
Take 'em all out with the quickness
Before you get what you
faces
By the way this Clayton and my mind sick
It spreads contagious let's remind them
My private school's patrons of rhymin' fools and viable troops
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