Lyrics:
Competition, I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
'Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn, I got it good
Now let me tell you who I am
into a merciful
Scraping of the edges
By flaming you in seconds
And leaving your ashes for all of the flying pheasants
Uh, ya
But don't get it twisted
on you
Now I don't know
What to do
Because who
Wants a twisted cake like you
Buttercream won't make it better
Or trying out a different platter
If you
Got you out here movin' waste like a belt
If it ain't him then it must be somebody else
Damn
I don't like what you did on them trips (shit I don't
in .....
Bring rap storms to platform even attack spawn
His backs torn by phat song's jimmy crack corn
And I don't care for wack jawns.... we got
He just got hit by a semi
Took him by surprise he wasn't ready
Thats what happen when you talking crazy
Now your mom just lost her baby
Every since
grinding I'm grinding I'm grinding I'm grinding
Grind by any means baby I'm grinding I'm grinding I'm grinding I'm grinding
I got what you need baby I got it
helps you
I'm getting by
It's double twisted like it's Rold Gold
I'm back and moving with my home bros
Reminiscing, I'm an old soul
Found myself and I
to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool
Sorry officer I don't care how pissed it gets you
But I
I want to know
What you got in your tiny little minds right now'
On rare occasions
I find myself troubled over that
Is it true
That you're all
see it in your eyes
But don't get it twisted, I don't do this all the time
Angel face she be steady tellin' lies
It's alright, baby girl, cause
god
I kill you with the camera on
It's dawn of the dead and you
Mothafucker be dead by dawn
Guess I'm a little nuts
Like giving nukes to Donald Trump
Competition, I just devour
Like a pitbull against a Chihuahua
'Cause when it comes to being dope, hot damn, I got it good
Now let me tell you who I am
Crush it up got the pera on tap
Don't get it twisted imma spend it with my bitches
No cap (No cap)
Bring it back
Bring it bring it bring it back (Bring it
nothing from no bitch
I got the money in the case, 45 in the waist
Pitbulls in the yard so stay away from my gate
Could you believe a nigga feelin like
Don't get it twisted you should get it how you live it don't stop
But it hit a lil different when it's real hip hop
Get your money no hate we don't
Okay, dumb it down, who on earth is dumb now?
Got more class than a college ground, yet I still act like a class clown
Got a bag now, yeah my bag up,
talking 'bout
How I'll never ever find a man like you
You got me twisted
You must not know 'bout me
You must not know 'bout me
I could have another
double
2's 4's and barrels
Once that ass slipped we gots
To burn it like Carrol
Somehow someway real niggas know real niggas
Yeah yo why is that? When you
Ain't got no money, can't pay my bills,
I'm so fed up, it's giving me the chills
I'm bout to go crazy
Working hard all day out in the field, man I grind
Shits electric currency
Life is hectic but forget it got get this Currency
The world is distant
Musta missed it
got it twisted
current sea
Sea
hard because I was white
But that's the way it be
Float like a pit-bull held my ground
To strong boy to control me now
Had a lot of mother fuckers tryin
surrounded by hearts outside of home
I’ve been fucked up
I have been twisted
I am not too sure
I am committed
I I might of said that
Doesn’t mean I mean it
proud when I’m out it
Look at your lil' thot ass knowing it all
I'm closing me off. Actually fuck it, open the vault
I’m dead inside like drive-by's so go
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