Lyrics:
to think my left wrist must've come from Brazil
I done brought a couple man in to the party but they ain't here to party
You play, then they coming
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be stress
just to catch a flick . Summer time Monaco playing baccarat winter time St. Barts party on a yacht. That's ok cause your raking in all the doe flip
A world where anything is possible where we go from there, it's a choice
I make to you
Lucidic and QueenB Music
It's all a remake
Nothing new made, all
Cash up I got it blue stripes nigga
Stay all in my pocket
My team two Rs rockstar rockstar
Start trouble team rocket
Bring heat one a 40 the other
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
why they ain't got what I got?
My Maybach, my watch, my Hublot
My fat knots, my swag is top-notch (yeah)
My crack spots bring cash in non-stop
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
Gin, Boone's Farm, '
Get ya cup and shut the fuck
We 'bout to party up
And sip and chug and drink
'Till somebody pass out or throw up
Bubble guts,
Ey lil bitch I'm not from the states
Ey lil bitch I'm from Outer Space
I keep the chop in your face
I keep some guap in the safe
Lil bitch I'm not
neck
I got 15 bows
& imma get em gone by sunset
I got drums bro got sticks
We den made a drumset
Stopped to get ice cubes for my lean
She asking are we
Yeah, Hartsfield to LAX make the trip so many times
Can't tell you where i'll be
Just landed out the plane in a whip with CPG
Intrigued by THC in
in the cockpit
Of a starship the size of the Hale-Bopp comet
With mercury ion rockets
And a big ass "Canibus comin soon" poster on the side
(Ride by)
Seen my niggas from the Pound so I (Slide by)
Say what's happenin' to them niggas that don't (Know my)
Name and my game, give a fuck I'm (So
Take it all from me
This kind of entertainment's not free
I'm left out of the seams
Cause my eyes remain open as I dream
Take it all from me
This
it rumbles
The bass goes boom
Then the kingdom crown crumbles
Terror in the skies
Hide the lies
Grab your eyes
Rip them out from the socket
End
Run this shit Up with my legs
Run this shit up by myself
If you can't get right you get left
I'ma rain in the three like I'm Steph
Wrist in the bowl
Here's a taste don't abuse it, overreach then you'll lose it
It's my voice on this track it's my pain when it cracks
It's my shame when its whack, it's my
on that make rocket launchers look like Mac 11s
Mind on my chips like Pat Riley, locked in like Patrick Beverly
Started from the bottom to let my kids get
of the mind
Seizing up the time like it just doesn't pass
Peaceful in my spine and it just doesn't crack
Above the mass, like I see em from the sky
Read em'
I'mma pick from the best of the harvest
I'mma float around a joint til
We hit the next point
So if anyone asks, "I’m marvelous"
I’ve been liberated from
the mic
Get the crowd hype
Make 'em wanna fight
You see the rhymes I construct
Flows I conduct (say what?)
It messed up the party like somebody got
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