Lyrics:
com-pete
Cause like this track, I got y'all beat
By like a hundred fuckin' points
I'mma have to celebrate and smoke
A hundred fuckin' joints, light up
I feel
had it all life on the fast track
Try to walk before he can crawl
Nobody's above the law
That's what I told Jamal
Don't ever step out of ya house
down, dope beat, polite sound
Dump, you heard it through the track in the speed bump
You need somethin to rush off, here take this poem
Inject it in ya
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
wings like a PARROT
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hypin up a normal female group with fat cellulite
That sound wack? Most of why'all goin out
to get by
Shoved the knife right into my back
Now I'd only wish that you would die
You thought you had us all fooled
You worthless fuck I hope you
Choke
you, toting Baretta's and pistols
By the pound, shot a round
Listen to the sound, overseas
The money team, we gettin' seen
Getting cream, and get
getting by
My supply running out, I hope you don't decide to kill my high
I work all day to pay these bills, all night to pen these rhymes
Some may call it
they got some to ask for
Homie's act real friendly when you got the cash though
Be quick to leave, when y'all be actin real desperate
Too busy counting
or more
Lost limbs; all four
Whole a lot of gore
An inconvenient truth
Pull out each tooth
Now you look obtuse
But I bet you'll sound better
When you're up
premises
Good times avoid you like a Nemesis
With or without we all gonna face that
Find a way to put food on a place mat
Stay sound, don't feed your
of passion, some of the talent
Fighting all my life just to try to find a balance
Now I'm touring out and pouring out my heart by the gallon
Given that I'm
all natural homeopathic
With these flames I'm like David Blaine homie it's magic
I saw you in half with a paragraph written
By a beast off his leash out
the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking dome-piece
Deceased, laid to rest
Who
the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks pass the chrome
Watch a nigga get blown out his motherfucking dome-piece
Deceased, laid to rest
Who
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin, directin and starrin in it
Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin in
Kick in the door blaring 4:44 all you heard was: Kiran don't gas me no more
I'm strolling with the sound off, that's how it's meant to be
Just me myself
of the night
So if you're ever in a battle, I'm a make you my slave
And I'm a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave
Leave behind all your fame and wealth
So
of the night
So if you're ever in a battle, I'm a make you my slave
And I'm a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave
Leave behind all your fame and wealth
So
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
Electronic, I'm cut like I'm all out of razors
And all I got is a gun left with a bayonet on it
Next ho froze and it look like I walked in to a jewelry store
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
I make moves like powered piston
Tracks so hot you'd think I'm satan
I don't hate my foes, I kiss them
No homo tho, yo I'm straight man
Swag drip out
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