Lyrics:
how's that for a queer
This is not high school, we don't shoot the air
Signed up myself, took me ten years
Got a degree and I grew me some hair
Entered
into action
Big Dick 95
You impeach me
Ran through with
Hot irony
Bored with rage
Spiked by fake
Break my habits
Shatter my screen
Fuck me harder than
best now I'm sick
Fuck and I don't know what to do
Seven billion but not one like you
Ain't it crazy how we built for
Two years but it took ten
Seconds
Unknowingly damned from the day of his birth
Struck down for no apparent reason
By the one that he worked for years,
So hard to worship and so hard
Back to the days where a single deck would amaze
Ooo they calling me on stage
My life's a movie... 3-2-1
They call action
On set surrounded by
this track mixed with sativa in ya blunt wrap
It's about two years since they heard me rap but i'm strapped
Focused and proud to be black
Cuz life aint
at the gym I see you focused on ya fitness
You could be my Mrs.
You could blow me chocolate kisses
Have it wrapped up by this Christmas
Bout to shake it up
just don't know it yet
Like Nas I got the kings disease
I kill you with so much ease
It's triple X rated like onfroy
Got so many hits that's coming
Might
the beegurgulzugs
Be careful of what you say!
That is toxic behavior!
You need to reflect on your actions
This statement is problematic
Zero divided by zero divided
That young man died I was appalled by the peers
Humanities plight is getting small by the years
Getting back ain't the goal getting up is
Not for nothing
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
years before Christ was born
My essence was battling evil
Seen unspeakable crimes by the devil
Unbelievable tricks like Knievel
Can't come close to my
not the everyday herb
Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb
Fuck a pro-noun, I get down for my crown
Pass the three-pound, show it
your mouth, peace to Poco on a 14 year bid
For jackin' mad kids, respect all my gangsta's doin' bad shit
An' that's it, Mad Child does nitroglycerin
and experience?
How many times did my dreams change?
How many times did my mind change?
Ten years ago I was in seventh grade with no worries
but now I got
action, pose,
I know I'm lookin good for these hoes I'm like hoa
People compare to pac so off top I'm like hoa
This gangsta shit dont stop, when I drop
Oh my god, Ronny
Ay, somebody grab him some clippers
His fuckin' beard is weird
Tough talk from a rapper payin' millions for security a year
"I
with complications
Too in to be losin' money, too old to be time wastin'
Man, people that don't even listen to rap still buy my tape
Only Beats By
a girl who can rock any type of sundress
Friends saying new city who this is too good
I'm on more than one, I feel so blessed
Feeling 10 feet tall playing
I'm bringing them bag inn
I'm surrounded by savages
Mask up no actin
Get str8 to the action
I'm Str8 bout my business
Nigga kno I got keep it yea
to lose my key man that advice is something major
Cash in on the tens I see they be volunteer by nature
Yeah on myself I double down watch a nigga raise
10 years I been working and slaving and working as hard as Jamaicans
Since I was teen I was doing my thing
Sicker than a cancer patient
I put my sweat
Big talk
Be quiet
There were times where I felt so alarmed
About a friend that I knew with a needle in his arm
Couple years passed by where I grew
week it hit 20k
Universe by my side now I could finally show mom some change
Tensions high like everyday
But a lil' blue peekin' through the grey just
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