Lyrics:
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[Chorus]
Feelin' on your ass while you're bustin' out the roof
Yellin' 187 out the stolen coupe (coupe)
Baby come and go on this lick with
Murdarah, Murdarah
Murdarah, Murdarah
Enemies please I keep my chest out believe me
700 laywers and they all actin greedy
Money hungry strugglin
get it steadily, I'm exponentially
Makin these movies, yea I trap aggressively
Bitch I be getting this cheese no cheddar
I be on mark point blank dead
bitches and make the scene grotesque
Real niggas and bitches niggas hanging out
CPT dwelling shots reigning out
Selling coke, hoes taking dicks down they
burnin propane for the heat
Gotta stay alive - wifi was not the priority
Was trimmin weed by the pound - dodgin the authorities
And i've come so far -
Im burning up... I'm a star in the makin
Your time is up Man... you couldn't maintain it
Feels like I'm going insane
You and I just ain't the same
lackin defense
Task at hand? Advance on your weakness
Master plan? Too grand for your schemin…
It’s easy, at least for me cuz i know I’m dreamin
Divine by
at
Maniac, maniac, maniac, maniac
I keep the green in my duffle
I heard you smokin' that crumble
I got that grass by the bundle
Show up it smell like some
all up
Give em all top billin
Killin is appealin
Cause I'm all out of feelins
Somebody gon die tonight uhu
Somebody gon die tonight
Somebody gon die
Yeh, do you want lesson i can teach.
Shadows cast by candlelight, but I shine with dynamite,
Out shining stars, I spar in bars, igniting mics left
Im burning up... I'm a star in the makin
Your time is up Man... you couldn't maintain it
Feels like I'm going insane
You and I just ain't the same
You
Leaking out the screens
Slime on ya mental
Just like Marvin and the ice machine
Iceman is cinema
These mandatory minimums
Put our geniuses in jails
Tryin
I've been findin' everythin' out with this map
I've been good at rap since my dad was in my grandfather's nutsack
Ugh, if Em is Micheal than I'm Kobe
consumed by evil thoughts so just play your part
No stopping no safeword cut P.H. I wanna leave a mark
They're out of options the problem with marijuana it
Could I really make art
Stand out above the crowd
Without being loud
Demand attention
With this lethal weapon
Totin' makin' sure it's potent
Seizin'
i get so nervous just tryna check my bank account to see if i'm worth it
Or if it makin' a mark with a purpose and if i don't then i can either sit in
and Thugga I took it out west
Then I took shit out the country
Before I was makin' real money I still got fresh
And the bad bitches would hit me for sex
Some
couldn't get no play
Times fly by when you having fun
But back then I ain't feel like I had nothin'
Back when a nigga didn't need a mask on
But I kept
heaters
Now how you gon' beat us or delete us
You bunch of half-way achievers
By apartment leases the dough increases
Out of this world contact just like
uhh
On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the number one crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I
sober
Persons serve for purpose like workers
If this clowns is makin' Hip Hop a circus
Me and my architect, mark my sweat
Bring up the engine, better
handing shit to these niggas (all facts) i love the way that life been going lately separating the real by magnifying fugazi makin these niggas work cus it
bought on Jamaica Ave.
Drivin' up and down in your broken jag
Ya hustle, I gotta knock it, cause you ain't makin a prophet
Ya dreams of being famous
Check me out right here yo
Stone carved sonnets
Set in Tibet written in onyx marks the coming of a comet
Which rides a Fluent prophet
To stop shit
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