Lyrics:
psychotic, when possess by bodies
Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from
My head to my nuts
You got me sweatin' like
The old fat robin sticks his beak into the ground
With the brain the size of an eraser
Kitty runs by causes the robin, she does floppin'
Soon
you ain't gang you gotta go home
I see hating niggas straight through the peephole
Aight I'm 'bout to get disrespectful
Blue faces on me by the bag full
worry bout yours you can't see me
You Mad? You Mad
You Mad? You Mad
You Mad? You Mad
You Mad Well Little Bitch Get In Ya Bag
Ya Bag Ya Bag
Ya Bag Ya Bag
got a bag (Got a bag)
I used to be on the corner, pushing packs
(YEA)
Now every time you see me I'm throwing stacks
(Racks) in the strip clubs, poppin'
the butterfly doors
Try to play with my top we on his head like a fedora
We walk around with the bag no Diego & Dora
I got too many racks for me to count it
First
I’m on the run, I ain’t your son, I’m a bigger dog
With a bigger gat, you want a bigger sack?
I got a body bag
You want a bigger sack?
I got the body
Got the bag on your head and your feeling so subliminal
Catch you by surprise make you pay up the whole minimal
Look me in my eyes and you see Im
mathematician, lately it's cash I'm gettin'
Got me losin' count of these bags, I've been movin' too fast
Hard times don't last, 'member when cops harrassed
Yea
Meco Velez
Im going fast, Check the speed
Im superstar and my money green
Im going fast, Check the speed
Boss up, What do you mean
Im going fast,
yourself, man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head, man
Come on to me man, but when you come man
yourself, man
You don't got nobody out there with you
I gots to show you man, get up in there move that head, man
Come on to me man, but when you come man
to earn a couple of quid, I’m just a hedonist,
Searching for my head in this, making my own beats cause I’m a, producer and prolific self-abuser, smoking
ya rap awards
Commercial cats fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards
Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours
Hardcore, something that my
on you rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more
on you rasshole
I fuck around and get hardcore
C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga
Feel the rough, scandalous
The more weed smoke I puff, the more
When I was young, Mama bought me a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw, the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
this is where the pressures
I make ya head nod left, what, your head nod right
And if you not bumping this then your head not right
I make ya head nod
a wheel, then a fire and the rest is a blur
Throw a theorized plot in the pot with applied science
Let it sit, I bet it streamlines your environs
What's
passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass, got me checking for you hardcore
Staring
people keep your head to the sky
Shake that load off, shake that load off (Repeat: x16)
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggas hang around
get through
Brown bags, sky high, I see angels in Chelsea
Wall street, chic life, I see angels in Chelsea
Lost souls pass by through the chain link
niggaz runnin your block
Sellin you shop, every weeks bag a couple hundered, don't stop
Hey yo, where your gun at, ooh that's nice niga run that
catching wreck on your record or cassette tape
Now I can't wait to catch motherfuckers that slept late
I flip the hardcore shit so little punks you know
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