Lyrics:
Bitch I'm in my bag (ugh)
Gotta lotta tricks and its real shit y'all know I ain't fuckin' with the gimmicks
Bitch I'm in my (woo)
Puttin' in work all day
My hearts a sled
By dogs I'm lead
Moms was broke
But mouths was fed
Laws was broke
They called the feds
She don't know
Don't be mislead
If she
still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker
Saturday morning cartoons
Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce
Goddamn, I saw
Here's my attempt to describe
How you make me feel so alive
I'll break it down one time
So listen line by line
Listen line by line
Listen line by
a murder route, I'm out
My raps play the part like in Get Smart
Secret agent and amazin', styles blazin'
Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in the Days Inn
Yeah, I know it's been bugging you since the day I was born, huh?
I asked my friend Anne about it
I said, Anne, Anne, Anne, what am I supposed to do,
a gig down there doing one of them acoustic duos
and she told me you sat by the stage and ordered a margarita
and when it came you smiled at Johnny
Yet within his group it's very couth at the least
Swell in tune with the movements of beasts
In the dark age he was unfazed by the new waves
I ain't tryna answer, don't ask about how my day going
I ain't throwing shade
People be talking already know they same one
Girl don't be ashamed
Say
security was all that someone could go and move, move
Sex beat, drop
And yes you do look cool and by the floodlights so blue
You make my tropical
Hi kids
Welcome to cloud nine
We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us!
We got some special suprises for your red asses today
We got the insane clown
tailored suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, over cover
You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound
From first day I survey the hassle
Death knockin at your door
In the Big Apple
Meth rotton to the core
Shackle, in the sound castle
Uh!
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul
Johnny gets to go and fight his war
And as he rides off in the sunset he feels the last rays burn
And shine
My setting sun
No we ain't done
My setting sun
I'm on the road to bigger, better days
I paved the street that I am walking in
I shouldn't focus on wrongs
Gotta keep it strong
Take my feet out the mud
gotta make it through the winter to feel some summer days
It's for my natives, it's history in the way their hair is braided
Elephants never forget,
Yeah i wake up in the morning
Brush my teeth and get high
Time is of the essence
I can't watch it go by
Learn from every lesson cause i gotta survive
Been alone all my life
I got pain I got strife
Fuck a job fuck a wife
Cut my wrist with a knife
Say it's lonely at the top
But I'm by myself
drugs to kill the pain
Nowadays some days don't feel the same
I don't care what a nigga might say, or think, or feel
When it come to my block, a lot
Woke up this morning ready for death - Tell by the bitter taste of blood in my breath
It took a lifetime just to live a life - If I'm the first to go
move, move
Ooh, sex beat, go
And every day I agree
You throw me down by the Christmas tree
I watched your lights blink on and off
While you start
guarantee you know cops by name
You snitch on me one day, I'll catch you and I'll bust your brain
I made a song in like a night, it only take one take
I
his body weight
By the way you should know I'm Hardbody K
You should see al the looks on my opps faces
When we spin through they block leave that shit
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