Lyrics:
Why oh why must you swoop through the hood
like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin'
up
I think I have problem, they couldn't ever be me
People won't care till they see me dead on T.V
Prance around beats like I got nothing to loose
'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
Yo, call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my
for the week
Going off like alarms in a robbery
Spitting hot shit like I ate some wasabi
All they do is paste when they copy
Don't stop me I'm bout
Ain't no shinin' when I'm grindin'
On my mind is whatever
Mike Brown murder only talked about for a week
They say Gates what's your take? We just wanna
and we bulletproof as
One man one suit and they call him super
Bright red bright blue my Spidey sense and duty
Compels me to you like nothing else is
Tell me how you love it
Tell me that the beats are bumping
I used to call her pumpkin
Now she's touching on my brother
Whatever, I'm onto better
rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
I'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs
Tryin' to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives
I win,
Life, my nigga, it's life (yeah), more life (okay)
I ain't drop a song in a year, my fans is happy to wait
Designer music, turned my album in
y'all something to remember
Me by, this album then I'm saying goodbye
Now my people looking at me like, Why Lie
If I tell y'all the truth
You'd be
And I act like the man, 'cause this my time
Plus the hood say they miss my dimes
It's young money
All you see me with is Coogi
Dogs and long chains
I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
the cake
I make whatever when I wanna they gone label me great
Yeah I hop genre to genre
Collect comma after comma
Then buy my mama whatever she wanted
You
pride was a riot
Led by the same people that you criminalize
The same people that you victimize
But
Happy Pride or whatever
I guess let's all come
In fact I'll get some tickets here for everyone
All I gotta is pick up the celly
And its a done deal
Let me call Nick and tell him
By the way
"Why?"
Probably 'cause they do not like all my views
Mainstream conservatives don't support me
I go by God's rules can't control me
Everyone is scared
spittin so why do they hand the mic to you?
There's no competition that y'all be giving us even if your rhymes are cool
Try copying us, father & son is not
see it's the work of the enemy
I can't see he's lying. Is love colorblind
Why do I feel this way about life or death
Why do I steal an kill Your life
Oh, oh
Yea-yeah
We were born the same day
We even think the same way
It couldn't be more right
We are what they call a perfect match
It's
tissues
They just laugh n' say whatever man, fuck you
I' ve been doin' this shit dogg, way since the old skool
This is like my God given man' s tool
N'
another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat (yo, y'all niggas is fucking dumb)
Think I ain't got a trick up my motherfuckin' sleeve, you bitch-ass niggas
dumb excuse like "I'm in album mode"
But lookin' back on that today, I was in coward mode
And besides, those two songs are either out or old
See this
Think i might need to do some subtracting
Pretty soon we'll be constantly having
Pretty soon they gone constantly ask me
Why they waiting i'm trying
different,
And y’all can’t compete with that.
Niggas be thinking I’m preachy.
But y’all ain’t got nothing to teach me.
 I’m making the music that y’all think
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