Lyrics:
less than an hour
Before I had 50 cent
I knew I had power
Back when I heated hot water to wash pretend its a shower
Then a beginning penman
Novice sniper
Tike I'ma knock out pro
Leave a niggas fronts on the god damn floor
Ramming niggas like a rhino, rhinoceros
Kick more ass than Jacki Chan and Chuck
saying that I am insane
I'm just out here struggling for fame
While y'all out making fun of me
I'm just worshiping the three
Gotta be reppin' the misfits
saying that I am insane
I'm just out here struggling for fame
While y'all out making fun of me
I'm just worshiping the three
Gotta be repin' the misfits
boy, you gettin' flamed
Whatchu know about the price of the fame
Back to your girl, ask her how my dick tastes
Anything less than great she lied to your
fall (ow)
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall (ha)
Uh, the wild boys, King Kong of the cowboys (mh)
You see the bloodshed after you hear
is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!
Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give
Only hall of fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame on the wall of (shame)
You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off
nights out and we
Bring them bikes out
You could turn the lights out cause
We got all this ice out
We up in here serious going crazy
Young boys getting
damn nigga I can't lose
No institution money so I drop out of school
Real niggas in the game I got blood who got locked up
Grinding for the money fame
F R 3 before the E
Boy I'm back at it again
Aye I'm free n fly forever
All I do is play to win
Look I'm fully motivated
A lot of rappers full of shit
all hit snooze they don’t wanna lose I’m already pissed off
All you fucking bitches is soft
The one less cared for, the one that always cares more
my tongue flick
Gifted is how bring it
Da Vinci strokes
Greater than imagined
Inspired by your madness
Lifted as I present my
Shakespeare notes
Girl,
you invented
Half the stuff that we use we can care less 'bout the origin
Listen, I ain't trippin' I love to lift up inventions
But more than liftin'
hating on me, yeah, I'ma be real and care less
Hunnids coming in, you can tell by the checks
I don't care what you say, matter fact you can talk less
Open
what happen
Time is like money
And that's something I ain't lackin
I got em in a panic
I'm sicker than ya average
I got ya boy sweatin
Somebody grab uh
less than
Think about it
I made the people go read about me
They trying to put me in hall of fame
I'mma stand out, I don't fuck with lames
Real in
is deadly
Wanna be a pussy nigga fine then let it be, anybody crying that's around it's never me
Realer than the rest when it come to plex, get it
darkness falls, I try to draw a hard line
Between my dreams and planning events that aren’t mine
To the left is the fitness center
It’s a lot less used than
designed stores where the brand is Tom Ford, yeah
They shake ya hand and say I'm glad to meet ya
And if you stay ya might see more layers than Italian
immaculate blast and you gone
My craft is beyond mastered
It's blasphemy having me on a song
For less than three 16's like
A chapter from John
Rappers get laid
Whoooo Pig
Sooowee
Yea
What’s han’n
You will never catch me lacking you will never
Catch me acting ‘less I’m
Shot by Preston shout out to
Cory
is a lesson too, because you can't let the Streets beat you!
Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give
the church and burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You fags think it's all a game 'til I
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