Lyrics:
they kill niggas like)
"La-da-da, la-da-da"
This is my life
Tryin' to shine a light
This is not a ?
I am who I am
This is my life
Tryin'
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
still 'cause incarceration is for real
Yeah son you know its on
Now who would be the clown in the nine-six to mess around and catch a
fist
I show no
(yeah)
And what's new? Countin' me out and made 'em believe
And guess who foot on they necks? Now can't breathe
Yeah, well connected
Give a fuck 'bout
The muthafuckin' killer that's mad
With potential, to get bad as fuck
Now I'ma turn it around
Dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound
Yeah, somethin like that
Now I'm the mothafucka that you read about
Takin' a life or two, that's what the hell I do
You don't like how I'm livin'? Well, fuck you!
This is
administration nigga who the fuck are you?
Pass me the purp, I'mma smoke to this
Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga I ain't loafin' bitch
Real niggas
It's hard to find the words, I'm aloof, nervous, and Sue
Don't want this to hurt, but what you deserve is the truth
Don't take it personal, I just
frankly, he would too
This game could ill afford to lose him, 'how bout you?
Now guess who (hey), here's a clue (hey)
He came to the ball in his
Maybe we blinded by the likuid
Forever it's super hard to see it
Fools they think that they are trippin'
When they go forward with who is with em
My
Enticed by the niggas that gave 'em the bitches,
20 G's, and 2 Lee's.. now he comin' to get cha.
Whodi, my life is like a football field.
He who cross
just a ghetto superstar
Who fuck bitches, make money and drive cars
Now who's to blame for my homies getting they money quicker
This one here for my
myself
What for?
People pass by and I wonder who's next
Who determines, who knows best
Is there a lesson I'm supposed to learn in this case
Why shouldn't I take a chance when romance passes by?
Why shouldn't I know of love?
Why wait around when each age has a sage who has sung
That
Bubblegum dog
Tell me what the truth is
Isn't this bed a log?
Doesn't that confuse things?
Shouldn't I run?
Isn't that the white man?
None
like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem (true)
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem (yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve
Opposites don't speak on me, yeah
Run the game, old pussy ass boy
YoungBoy who you talkin' 'bout? I don't wanna talk
Won't speak on nothin', I'm
He has been in for glory in his first Court appearance
Since he was captured by US Marshals last month
The juvenile court judge decided that He
spinning
Maybe this is normal
Goddamn, who am I kidding?
Holy Spirit, am I a demon?
Baby, I'm the hero
And I'm the fucking villain
Maybe I should
you
I'ma have to pop you
You gon' make me pop you
I'ma have to pop you
[Juvenile]
Who that nigga is
What that nigga claim
Juve wild magnolia
Its
to
Fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile
The Juvenile Committee's on my side
And I'm kickin knowledge on a natural high
And I'm feeling strong
Yo, take this mic and get the party on
This is mortal
it makes her queef and sounds like a fucking whoopee cushion
Who the fuck is you pushin'? You must've mistook me
For some sissy-soft punk looking for
it's just magazines sprawled out on the floor
Fuck the media, I'm goin' all out, this is war
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
And I don't wanna be
.jpg/237px-Juvenile(rapper).jpg "Juvenile")
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