Lyrics:
I'm looking at the way you fucking looking at me funny
Your words will break my bones
But my presence leave you bloody
In my head they said it all my
Its just me
This mic
Kush that got burned
My thoughts
C'mon
Making hits by Buck roll
baby call me nutso
Light it up and puff slow
Piling up my
Or who I am, when I'm looking back at me! When I'm looking back at me.
Looking back! Looking back, looking back at me!
Oh, in the mirror I see that man,
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
haters
Wanna make me see a deficit
Money i still be getting it
Cause im sick with my sound
Pick her up & im letting her down
She thinks im thinking bout
and check that gas and take off in that Harley, man
I see a thotty with a booty
Bitch, I'm fresh as hell, I got on Rick Owens mixed with Ksubi (yessir)
on the way to a house party
A maybe deluxe slanging Too Short tapes making some bucks
Looking out the window at the Mustang and Falcon crew
Asking myself,
Back block niggas
Spit it for the hungry, go getters and the have not niggas
For the ones that'll smash out with ya
Who keep it a buck
If you down
to fucking with this
I'm straight devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, buck a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking
I only see your face when I close my eyes
Trying to get out I got lost in your lies
Hop in the back lets go for a ride
Then if we crash then I guess
never heard before
But we never got our props
'til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad
But the man know, Eazy running with the lost
when I'm off the meds
Prada on the leather jacket looking like the Undertaker
Gave the lil bitch back to dog, I don't wanna take her
Got a chopper louder
bridges to bring black men back to their senses
I hit my homies, and hope they'd be willing to share a piece of their story
There's so much glory,
[Chorus:]
Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Looking through the windows of my soul
I see, the true fan now I know (I know, I
on broadway drop another 30 on a tux
By 25 l'Il be enough
While, we in sprinters like the Bucks
I hate my pen cause that bitch gon run amok
It's like
good, what she tell ya? I'm good
What you see? Looking good
Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like
messing with this chick all night and made her wait
Took the back door, Mom called, said I can't be late
Looking back, I see I've made lots of mistakes
Played an old Buck Owens record never ever seen it fail
Got the hungrys for your love tiger by the tail
We're goin' foot stomp stompin'
You know I
the angel by your side
I'll be the angel by your side
I've said this before
In case you're wondering
I'm not a Forerunner
But I'm forerunnin' this see my
Yeah I don't need you
But you be looking at me hella lately
And I see you
Don't worry I feel your eyes upon me as I leave you
Sorry girl I know you
all you can't show me nothing
Fettuccine in the A with the brims
Stop a Nigga out Rick Owens no timbs
Knuck if you buck
Bad bitch and she talented
Get
WHASSUP?!
Chorus: {vocal samples)
"Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon
"Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission.." ->
of this story
You looking like the villain
Stray bullets flying by
Really taking out civilians
This shit is not a drill
Niggas really
Marching
Marching
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