Lyrics:
like a
Knucklehead fraud whose
Got the people raging at his tales like
The weeb version of Fox News
Your story is odd, I've heard it a lot
And I believe
think what is he on? what is he on
Nothing but life gimme the mic tired of nobody doing it right
Throw your hands up to the sky be present cause right now
Ain't got for these slurring versions of thirty different
Wrappers on a Trojan horse, serviced and served by corruption
Or lackadaisical retorts; lurking
Ain't got for these slurring versions of thirty different
Wrappers on a Trojan horse, serviced and served by corruption
Or lackadaisical retorts; lurking
to the brain or some hands until you burning
Lookin at ya face they say that you a whole new version
Maybe I'm the only person that can trust myself
Feeling like
jail, paid his bail and got him bussed up
Villa by the water, barber givin' me a touch-up
With the hand I'ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
Big
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From the down underground are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just
inner grace
If anyone get in my face, I'll disintegrate, cook 'em up on a dinner plate
Hook em up to an iron lung when I get done, you gon' need
Not impressed by ignorance
See we ignore your lack of smarts
Shit on y'all by mistake and like I thought I had to fart
And I don't need no back up
raising up our hands We Win
I am in my zone like a 2-3
Defense win the title so be on your guard always moving loosely
Stretch get in shape, you need energy
Take up your bed and walk
It's not the time for sleep
Time you learned how to breathe
We're gonna go down deep
(Moved into action
Picking up
Tossing periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by
Yuh I don't give a damn
I don't give a damn
Yuh I don't give a damn
You and your opinion
Will get you washed up in the sand
Yes sir (Yes sir)
In
yuh I dont give a damn
I dont give a damn yuh I dont give a damn
You and your opinion will get you washed up in the sand
Yes sir (Yes sir)
In the sand,
meglio ritieni
We still blazin no sweat cadiamo sempre in piedi
From the old to the new to the timeless
Lightin up the sky
Zero padroni fuck your
to me
You might get shocked by what's inside my mind
It's messing up my mind
Electrified
I drank some dranks, I scored some points
And I feel hella high
a black casket, his son's a bastard
What if the guns was gone soon as your sons was born?
Back to the fisticuffs, only the snakes get bust
>From greed
desperate enough to say so
Price of fish price of flour
Going up up up almost by the hour
And they throw away money on spectacular shows
To show the world
and missin'
Bulletproof cars are driven, Teflon edition
Bodies cut up in large chunks, thrown in car trunks
Music inside the bar stunk
Gettin' surrounded by
lady
I let you ride with a player in my new truck
Take you straight to my house, you can do me up
And back down again, get around your friends
got hands throw
And a bo staff I'll use on the low
If you piss me off, to take full control
And I'll never use it in attack
I keep that skill zipped up
learned how?
And show the best version of self surrounded by these bloodhounds
How can you give your kids somethin' that you've never had?
The pressure from
cursing
Im wild, and you're the mild version
I quiet a loud person
Then inhale a cloud and get lifted like I'm crowd surfing with a falcon
Get off them
of fact that I'm starving like Marvin Hagler
Heart of a battler fighter
Or get you from out of here
Hit you for standing there, man in here mind your
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