Lyrics:
walked away now I'm sitting here all by myself
Toxic
Sometimes I'm too toxic
She wanna be wit me but I never get too talkin
Told me you needa stop this
we can
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
But where you at now, you lamp, laid and max now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row
ounces in they pockets
Bitches jock it
We ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
Nigga don't knock it
But you need to stop it
Top notch shit
I
the drive-by
Girl goin down but the feelin got me sky high
I do what I want
Blowing money fast
Nothin like niggas
Call me chuck bass
Call me call me Chuck Bass
the city, yeah
Everybody, city, yeah
(Living just enough for the city, whoa) Ain't nothin' but the city
(Living just enough for the city, whoa) Everybody,
bikes, stomp pegs, grip pliers
Now me and Pittsburgh Slim is both post drivers
Sit by, talkin' shit about us, but you need to get like us
'Cause you
to play the hand you dealt me
But you gave me five funnies an' shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothin' less than a 520, and with that said
Back
Young Mula, baby
I woke up all last night
I know this hoes ain't right
But you was blowin' up her phone last night
But she ain't have a ringer
son spoiled, don't like nothin' else but Rick Owens
Billionaire ties, got a sponsor by Rihanna
Four band bag, it say Loro Piana
In one night, I used
Coca-Cola bottle
But you know I like my ice tea
Enlighten me
It's frightening
The way you move is grimey
No PTV I'm riding
The metro perfect timing
Cause I
collagen, you ain’t living proof
You a hologram and we see it through
You say it’s true, keep it one hundred
You Jackie Chan, you ain’t been stuntin’
But all
comin' up, ain't nothin' for free
Puttin' something together that you ain't never seen
Young Rylin picking up steam
But still, you know we're heartless
But
Yo
Lyrical Xercise
I got the flow most rappers fantasize about
But ya can't have it
Like the bad bitch in ya class ya wanna smash
It ain't gonna
that bottle shit is nothin'
Baby, you can't suck me out (no), no way
Bitch, I'm true to the game, it's nothin' but shooters 'round my way
Motherfuck
franklin
If you ain't getting money whatchu thinking
Niggas out here doing nothin they playin
If you ain't doing shit you playing
I ain't inna having
sittin’ at the head all dues been paid, a true renegade and the Man’s self made
You got nothin’ to trade and you lost the plot
Your ambition was Mean but
and I had to remove my hat
She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that
It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be
But
unloving homes, I said
Why even bother and pick up the bottle
Mr. Bus Driver please let these people on
Rude girl Carol was a mini-skirt girl
My blurry
move around us, 'cause nothin' moves without us
It can't be you who found us, we don't need you to crown us
I had a crown before my song, this is
my head hotter than his, I'll kill you and sleep like nothin' ever happened
Bitch I go by JoMNi, I'm here for the win, I get to the money even
Gallery Dept. all down to my socks
On a three-level yacht with some bottles of drank
Leavin' the lot on the way to the bank
Leavin' the lot
countin' every blessing
Thankin' the Lord, without him, I wouldn't be nothin'
Remember the days we was strugglin', I ain't gon' say that we got it, but we
Nigga but you didn’t execute
Survivals my only hope success
Is the best revenge
He always there by my side
Ben Franklins my only friend
The hundreds
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