Lyrics:
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
Pull up with a bad little bitch (yeah, yeah), I'm in the Bentley coupe (yeah)
Money bussin' out the stash, had to take the load up out the room (man,
like the rams
Fuck is you saying
A young nigga gon' keep it a grand
Hell yea what
Hell yea what what
Hell yea bitch
Ok ok
Hell yea hell yea
Hell yea
MONEY JUSTIFIED
U ABOUT THAT HOMICIDE
BUT FAKE AS A GLASS EYE
HELLS ALUMNI
MARKED BY THE BEAST
SO U LOVE TO COMPLY
CASHVILLE TO MUMBAI (moom-bai)
POOR
up
Still somehow they chose us
We still not for bullshit
We still don’t give no fuck
Hook:
Top down get yo top off
Bad filipina good grades wit
that I'm gone
None of my enemies can hate on me now
And all my friends can do is pray for me now
Only God can judge me
Now that I'm dead and gone I
what they say
About losing em real ones
Buried by fake ones
Shit
Hell of a strory to telL
Hell of a
I got a story to tell
Hell of a
Hell of a strory
they catch clips
Forever money over bitch, we'll never caught snick considered licked
[E-40:]
Hell yeah, ay
See that's what I'm sayin' that shit is
a
Child what is
Moral and immoral, right and wrong
We first and foremost can
Establish what the laws that govern
Us are you can
Always escape hell by not
was with it so when you be quiet
Now you facin twenty all by yourself
The nigga you was with man he rich as hell
Even though this story is a fairy
Listen, baby
I've got news
I've got bad news for you
And we ball like TNT, watch these hoes all pick a side
Bitches flock like TMZ every time
computer, outfit looking cuter
Blinded by the future so bright, so evident
Broke out of a shell, now I vibrate higher
Yes I Been thru hell, now my soul's
to clock the duckets
Being broke, nah, I can't fuck wit it
I'm making moves, never faking
'Cause the loot is for the taking
The loot is for the taking
'em by the corner store
I feel like I'm cornered off
Enough is enough, I'm callin' this off
Who the fuck I'm kiddin' though?
I'm gettin' high,
Our lives coulda been so good
But Momma had to fuck it all up
And now your daddy doesn't fuck with your momma (hell no)
No, Daddy doesn't fuck
bitch
Where’s your God bitch?
Your religion is a virus
Your fucking minds Sikk
Evolution is a process
Survive or die bitch
I opened up my eyelids
of this and that
About you havin' some kind of a panic attack
Tell us, uh, is it true?
And when you have one, what the fuck do you do?
Well, I'll
I hope you get struck by a fucking truck
I hope you have nothing but bad luck
You're going to burn in fucking hell for this shit
Well there ain't no
the hell is the cure for cancer?
Falling illusions
Manipulation of reality
Is the agenda, the corrupt elite
Brainwashed religion
Brainwashed education
fucking nation, niggas is waiting
Raise hell fuck satan contemplation on the come down
Cuz when I come up, she had her hair done up
The summer hue got us
to massacre is the answer
Nobody spared
Never a care
How does the dark taste
Forgiving is weakness you're fucking with a freak bitch
I don't discriminate fuck
The liquor store is open later than the churches
Pure by their imperfections, everything is burning
To hell with the confessions, oh the Lord immerses
and I'm bad as fuck)
(I'm cool as hell and I'm bad as fuck)
(I'm cool as hell and I'm bad as fuck)
I got a Gemini bitch by my side
She always switch
snoop
Real deal steppas I come wit the troops
Gang be talking we throw up them dukes
True to religion I got nothing to prove
Drive bys to tuff we speed
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