Lyrics:
may see me struggle
But you'll never hear I quit
Sure I'm a dick head but
You can barely take my tip
Not even on my radar
Never heard a blip
Dam
fight
Here we go, I suggest you take some rest
Cause these bars will be burning like shots going through your chest
The blacker the berry, the sweeter
got a face that begs for love
Life without you
Doesn't mean a thing to me
If I can't have you
I'll throw my love into the deep blue sea
Sometimes I
Here comes the original nerd, ripping the first verse
Proud to be a part of and repping the third world
Never you heard worse, when I get
country's original sin
You're casting votes against your own immigrant skin
Trump could kill his wife, in first degree murder
Take a picture with the knife
And smash, with a 44 mag, this nigga jag
From the front to the back I heard it crash
Nigga you sassin' I hurt 'em bad
You heard him laugh
Talkin trash 'bout
to someone that you trust
That won't have the urge to touch
That's not the type to splurge and such
And attract the law, but just in case
You better call Saul
(Original Man)
We gonna drop a little somethin like this knahmsayin
on how we feel on the real, check it yo, uh-huh
Who tells you when to work? (The Devil)
I heard it crash
Nigga said I hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' trash 'bout whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who that
Get
animals too, but we're the ones getting clawed
Keep us caged, take our rights away, you must be above the law
But then we're all a part of an hierarchy
dodging the original target
Now lying on the ground, face down, is a by standing carcass
Everybody down prepping, everybody got a weapon watch where you
that work and leave this pass the six feet (feet) I go by the name lil turk, I know you niggas know me (me) I'mma original hotboy, yes I'm down wit cmb
Getting ready Steady, ima take this like a boss
Yeah u heard me, When I come with this heat
That's Mr. Genuine
I'm the one to greet
We AIN'T taking NO LOSS
the Lion's Den
You can hear Irma Thomas, and she'll take you right back to church again
We got the blues now, surely ain't got a thing to lose
Oh we got
smoke make sure you want it when I give it to you, bitch
Got that Midas touch
So what I touch turn gold
They said they applying pressure
But I have yet
listen
You shitting or pissing
You ain't missing nothing important
Bitch it's a blessing
That through all the stressing
I get to take
What I imagine
gettin' told, heard enough lies
I told 'em fight back, attack on society
If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be
If you investigate you
conceited
To flick they weave and take a look
Look, he felt no need to pay attention in class
His athletic abilities would have him drowning in money and ass
that shit
Now word for word I've listened,
heard and I'm done, done
Like you don't know
You act like you believe it
That you're in control
It's
after
You get a home take care of your home
You can go back and ugh!
I'm getting courted by the bosses
The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es
Jimmy I's
Davis Absolute the Body
You see they judge me by the
Words I won't exchange with dummies
I would never give the pearls to swine
Now they try to take
Crack your head to the yoke for thinkin' you hard boiled
Better simmer it down, take that shit downtown
Sixflags on Halloween, it's fright night in
just watch and observe
I'm a run my money up all by myself
Pocketing my royalties accumulating my wealth
You might have a decent track but I bet it sits
inside, and you could take it in yer stride,
But you wonder if you'll see another payday.
For there's a mixture of emotions, hatred, gratitude
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