Lyrics:
mind because I be livin within a time
I gotta be so defined, by the rhymes I write every line so tight
And I might just fly like Michael's type when I
with everyone else
Now hold the door
Open for me before we get in the car
Speaking of car
I need that 50 grand by tomorrow
Look, I can mow the front yard
stay and who can't
After I change the fucking game and rearrange everything
Cause when I step up to the mic and tell you cunts to play nice
I ain't
then
When their own brothers keep on dissing them
Try and picture Justin as a little one
Daddy was around but I was raised by the women them
Nan,
to greatness, before I get pissed and run up in the stands like the Indiana Pacers,
Covered all my bases, straight, no chasers,
Diamonds on my chain look like
You got a neck that I wanna get my mitts on
Spin your head around as if
It was a twist-off
You oughtta worship the soil that I piss on
Let alone
to piss, but now we urinate freely
When you see me these greenies are what I'm out to get
South Central Los Angeles, where brothers get squeezed
Barbecue
a light weight
But if it gets 'em into the bed, then that's OK
Cause when I get them, I'm doin damage to that pussy hole
Not only do I fuck the body, but I
stays like this
While D-boys push packs to stack major chips
Makes me wanna get a sack
And break it down to bit's
(Right?! yeah) but that I ain't
What I
a fucking man
And till a woman values your
Passion you'll never understand
Built my lessons on women from their
Common actions and tendencies
So when I catch
by his dental work, he get identified
His bitch gotta come and verify, the revolution will be televised
I'm 'bout to binge watch, fuck her on Zoom
start despising me
And my psychotic masterpiece
Naked women kneeling down
To worship me
As I dance aroud a fire
Covered in goats
Blood and axle greese
a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?
So why wouldn't I get it homes (I mean)
To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain
a watch and bracelet this flooded, and a cross this sick?
So why wouldn't I get it homes (I mean)
To a nigga gettin' money like myself, a little brain
I get to flexin women be checking
Bruh I be doing the most
Yeah uh
Got cash on me, blue tinted
Trap phone and a tool with it
I'm bout that bruh I
Henry's pappy broke jail about a dozen times
The babies all got sick and when the doctor wanted money
He said, "I'll pay you a quarter at a time startin'
living like a thug
But I wasn't living I just wanted love
Crowned the wrong women
Eyes full blood when I get to thinking
Put em in the dirt f***
this
Take that dead shit on
And if you're bitch in the club with ass on me
I'm gonna take that home.
By the sinister TECH N9NE
By the sinister, by
now, that's the proof
I ain't make it to the funeral, but homie rest in peace
If this world get too cold, I hope one day you rescue me
Nigga maybe we can
and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it
[Chorus]
Girl I know you want to
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)
Yeah I like it the way you always get
women and they feelings
But I'm finna have a daughter, guess that's why I'm treating women different
Pops told me get a lawyer, reason I ain't get
and Shakespeare shit
I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap
I don't hear shit, you niggaz are excess waste
A hundred percent of the mainstream crowd,
not one
Can't get froze by no demon not one
Really cuz I'm too close to the Son
Jesus with me, I'm never gone run (run)
I be rapping I do this for fun
Puba]
Now I can't stress this enough, life sure is rough
You gotta go through a whole lotta shit
Just for you to get a little bit
Born
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