Lyrics:
the gutter, now I'm eating tenderloin
Head spinnin' like Havana syndrome and a Xan
Pretending that I'm Fry talking to my Bender toy
I do this show daily, here's
fucking came
I don't want this life
I swear my life is such a mess
I'm right here hanging on by a thread
I broke a dollar trying to make that shit stretch
year so bring it bring it still holdin it down top of the town ain't nothen gonna stop me now chorus: ya ain't eady for this am back another radio hit
will pay for the fund
You will initiated
Into the club ruled by the Heavenly Host
Only sinners reconciled may enter
Everyone human ‘cept Jesus and Mary
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1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius
sorry
Yo we’ll make it outta here
Now it’s clear see the path I’m headed on if I steer
May my ethics be my pedals and my prayers be my wheels
On the real
fear in me
Heard I got that rack now she movin
With the urgency
Once I get that plaques and cheddar stacks bitches harassin me
Rollie be two tone I mix
in philosophy but I’m bad at logic
All these issues in rap, but stackz here to solve it
And any line In the dirt, on Jesus Ima cross it
In high
It's funny I remember these hoes wouldn't touch me
Now there's gold horses in my garage like I raced in Kentucky
New bitch turn around she throw it
That's just what you gotta do (Yuh)
Stay alert please don't hit snooze (No)
Jesus on the way
I'm just over here minding my p's and my q's
Stay focused
broken past
So tell me you fuck with me even if you fucking hate me
One day we gone mix like flour grease and water and shit gone Be gravy
Ask me
of here
Nigga be snoring all night I can't sleep (Notorious)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Here we go, here we go, swirving left and right Hit the left on imperial
Drunk as fuck, SPM on my stereo Mexican radio, radio, radio
If you never
Im on a roll now babe, I'm trying keep it going
Just like the dice I'm hit my point yea Babe know I'm on it
Heater on like uh sauna , touch babe
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
out, no way out
I said I'd be home because I
Don't wanna do that right now
I don't got time for that shit
I'ma kill you and you better
Hop in the casket
Where I'm at right now,
I ain't got no tolerance for somethin' stupid, or hatred, or envy.
If you bringin' any one of those,
How bout, Leave me
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