Lyrics:
that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
less after new-born lyric
Killing gun is give a fuck, still saying day change on evening,
Will it?
Today I doubt my feelings
Beat is tangerine, angelic,
the charges, back to the wall, I fight regardless
Screaming, "Fuck the law," my life is lawless
That's what you call it
Ain't got to be no psychic to see this
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
a movie on Tuesday, fuck
We got the look, get looks
They never seen stars, the city too bright
Bright bright bright bright
Praying Mantis
Fit by
30 you a fool for this one
Nice than a motherfucker
Than a motherfucker
These days, niggas be polite than a motherfucker
Nice than
Coming up in the game
Ain't never be the same
Fuck a album, drop the tape
Now they know your name
Ain't no need to sign a deal
Just to get the fame
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
Talkin' bout who you gon' squabble with
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
Talkin' bout who you gon' squabble with
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
with you banging Danny Brown & Jay-Z
My pupils get bigger, she brightens up my day
I'm toking on a doobie and I fly the fuck away
(Well, why you like her
it goes down
Wintergreen just a metaphor for me
Plant show the growth and the green
Shit tangle for the king
That ain't me but I hope it is one day
see
Look at this drip on me
All these bitches on me
Watch how I get this green
Dark shades on I can't see
All these niggas so fake
Get the fuck up out
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
iPod though
Fuck thirty days, if you lucky
Flavor of the week
The OG reek from the podium
During my concession speech
What considerate rapists
Keeping
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
Good God Almighty like back in
The old days you know, years ago
They had the A&R men to
Tell you what to play
How to play it and you know whether
at
The man in the mirror
Questions that have
I can't even ask Siri
Fuck it I'm
Gettin aggressive
Where my gullie suit
Normally angel's
By my side
told him
"Poles i need that Eagle off top"
Cass', where the fuck you been?
I'ma star these days
Busy schedule I had to smuggle you in
I can't rap? Then
Quarterback rap, improve your jewels
Fuck silver, we sport platinum and black
How platinum is that?
Snatch my album, from y'all capital saps
It's
anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizit
Who want to fuck wit it, since tha World is a ghetto
looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
the Patti, what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (oh)
Runnin' through the trenches, it's the Patti's Dooke
Just the other day I got a starter kit
(An M is
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