Lyrics:
at these niggas tryna snatch my blessings
Never been a punk I had to pass the message
Long as I'm around my competition trapped in second
The devil trying
apart of every aptitude
When it comes to rules play by em all you could bend a lil bit get caught
Do the bid get ahead fuck a pig
Get the block
don't love that
You want a cute date i'm beyond that
Highest in the room they know where to look at
Keep it most lit thats big facts
Always sum brutal in
ain't talking John Stones
Got the game in a kimura
Like I'm tryna break bones
Top in my division
Moving like I'm Jon Jones
1 2 3
Nigga now I'm in the zone
As a child growing up I used to fiend for affection
Honestly I didn't know that what I need was direction
Kindness and love minus all the greed
at these niggas tryna snatch my blessings
Never been a punk I had to pass the message
Long as I'm around my competition trapped in second
The devil trying
sleep
Sometimes I feel like I'm the problem
If it weren't by me
It was fundz double 3
No further responses
Auntie said I'm a real bad breed
I just skin
face, bitch
If you ain't learn by now, I ain't the one to play with
Ayy, walk inside a room and I might excite a bitch
Why you watchin' me? It ain't
vest
Go postal, double clip deep in their chest
Unload, reload now you failed the test
If I continue your foolish requests
I'll die by the sword or be
you fake by the look in your eyes(no surprise)
Soft like a bag of fries from five guys(soft ass)
Yeah(wut)- you heard what I said(ya heard)- my words
you are, we come to clear the whole affair
Bullet missed your head, I was blinded by a solar flare
Lucky you, walkin' on thin ice like a polar bear
Eh yoh big brr up in this bitch
No complex zone
Man dem distract dong yah
E nor funny
No complex 2one
E yoh watch am
Man dem lost love na the sie wae
rappers punks
Honestly sometimes it feel like
It's me against the world
Some days i guess it is
It feel like all my friends
Are hanging on by a thread
that I won't ever fit into the game
I've been swayed by the comments that they leaving on my page
When I should really get a grip and count the checks
the dark comes to light, expose everything
Rappin' is my love, givin' my bitch a wedding ring
Back peddlin', they wanna throw a bomb over the seams
Grab your
me function like McLovin/
The bread is in the oven and I got a baker's dozen/
Southern California livin' where they dumpin' out in public/
No punk
Fuck it
Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it
Just respect it and be honored
That I'm standin' in your presence, it's the Yaowa
We
Laden and Suddam's country's captains,
punk motherfuckers try to stab get popped,
reppin U.S.A. for all cards all costs.
Get caught or don't get caught,
I
not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop
'Cause the union is in here, toast it up
When they shoot you suppose to duck
Look at them by the bar posing
I got out, it was just for bringin niggas drama
So set up the beef, I bust it down
And guarantee the opposition never see the 2nd round
And by
dream
Caution this hot dont get burned by the steam
Do it like joe and make sure you lean
Nice individual but love to be mean
Insane the brain was
I'd like to start off by thanking our sponsor
For financing the parts for this Frankenstein monster
Along with my partner who's a bro of few words
one for time for you
You motherfuckers
Yo Primo hold me down son, 'cause we ain`t playin no motherfuckin games
[Lil` Fame]
Fuck the East Coast,
the match and bang
I hold my gun up high screamin "Fuck 'Em All"
Then I get in that as like cholesterol
I got the game lock dowm like Alcatraz
And if you
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