Lyrics:
you fear me
And fear is better than respect, y'all niggaz hear me?
If I smack the shit outta this nigga
His man over here be like, "Yo what? Nigga
The racism yeah it’s hidden
By the hands of God I was gifted
Shining bright cause of melanin my skin did
Black is beautiful, strong, intelligent, amazing So
records, though
Rah, ayy, look
Ask about Butch, I'm everywhere
But back home, i'm heavy here
For Christmas I'm gettin 'all my
Bitches Chrome Heart teddy
like Booshie-boo, walk down on you in Gucci shoes
Niggas say they bulletproof, I'm kill proof, come make a move
Rules don't abide by it, want 'em bad,
ain't got a problem really I'm just trynna go and leave the home
I don't need the clout what you talkin bout really I'm just trynna go and be alone
What
body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security guards
10 G's a ki, 36 o's
go)
Back again wouldn't think that a nigga went missing (No)
Imma grab her by the throat while I play with her kitten (Freak)
Man you say you really wit
like how my brainstorms then you would be a Drenched towel
Sitting on the bench
After practice all the players go home and you're the only thing they
- he once bought some weed from a guy that I loaned my car to - they had sort of blown my speakers, so man, I was so in there, backstage passes
a hundred bars, cry and know I got a million
Man, I'm saying brilliant, never fake, not too resilient
I'm a dead man, just like the plague
I done a act
Sometimes, I just sit back on my balcony
And I just look at the stars and ask, "Why?"
Nah I mean? I be on some other shit man
(Goose got another one)
They say, "Don’t throw stones if you live
In a glass home"
But America is Ritten's house, time
We say, "Good riddance, house"
And rebuild from
vanishing
Mad it gets when you fall through the rabbit hole they threw Alice in
I been going mad again
Body stiff like a mannequin
Have at it, you man enough
and its in druthers what they tellin' me, and in my mind yo that's a penalty,
man baby so mean, she wear those apple bottom jeans, 90
Percent cream,
jibbering-jabbering like an old man
Reminiscing of back in the war (oh)
I'm naturally, massively tall
I should be practicing basket-ty ball
But I can't find
you like it there we'll quit our jobs and stay the month
But if you think we'll miss our friends too much
We'll hop on a plane and be home by brunch
exotic lands?
Well there's no need to look any further, you've got your man
Turn of the lights; let me close the door
Two bodies, one common cause, I'll
and get my head cut off and than go home and get my balls cut off. You alright man. You're looking at me like my fucking eyes chart. Are you all right?
finna get sloppy st larount denuim wit franks in my poccet, intrigued by my fragrance I’m smelling expensive she all ready naked she kno my intentions I
a state of ascendency,
Rank above you what’s left of me,
Nothing but horrid tendencies,
Warrant to fuck trajectory,
Like a broke man hung to death
wrong
Have that pussy ready baby 
When I get home
When I get home
I’m sorry baby but I can’t stay long
I gotta roll me one before I hit the road
Last
wasn’t listening
Sent to live with my dad like Tre from Boys in the hood
Figured he can teach me to be a man more than she could
In retrospect it
at
Look, I ain't faking homes
Shit I stay on my grind
If your a man of your word
Then I'm a start you at five
Well I appreciate the love
Damn I needed a plug
brain pit needs convincin'
Feel like a Jedi with a surfboard
c yeti with a snowboard
cbraham with my herd
Homes I never get bored
Don't be fingers
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