Lyrics:
nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars
[Rza]
Well, first I was hollyin' for years by them old timer clicks
I was like twelve, they was like, blood, listen
"Keep your mouth closed and your eyes
Oscars bar and grill
The crowd was bark'n so I played Jerry Jeff walker and the tip jar started to fill, get it
I was about two minutes in to pissing in
She lived her life in tennis shoes
All whites and baby blues
The cards were stacked towards her
So high they'll knock her over
Life from a magazine
scored
She winked at me
Which means I'm still in the game
Guy got off the bench by the bar
Tryin' to get a pinch hit
Well first he pinched
And then she hit
an iguana
Wanna bust in a library
I don't wanna (yo)
Stay in your white lane hoe
Pussy is killer, surrounded by crows
His dick look like the size of my toe
these bars like a nine unleadin'
So Pearl Jam with a perfect Ten
Like Spinal tap turned up to eleven
Rode twelve speeds even past thirteen
But there can
this is just the first draft
Give these girls long neck legs bent backwards that giraffe
Inspired by young dick
Already got you hesitant to bump this
lyrically intelligent why even try me
A bar for bar is not a toe to toe bout
I’m trying to eat y’all motivated by the clout
These flows flow out like water
Well, I stepped in twelve o'clock
Feeling like a million bucks
Diamonds shining off of my cuffs
Then I saw an angel out of the blue
A certified
that shit!)
Don't post bail, we don't trust snitches
My barber male, we don't trust bitches
Aye, we got some cold business
Twelve pull up they got cold
won't be my last day (uh)
Models by my side
Shooters on my team
Choppers with the beam
Countin' up some green
Blowin' on a blue dream
My life is
tucked in my Amiri
Focused on my bank roll blue faces all I carry
Never with the same hoe swear my roster legendary
And you is my sons baby shower shirt
ball beautific Betties get blown
Bar Mitzvah for the blacklist
Iced ceramic wrap her wrist
Watch the fur blitz around her curveness
Blue bottle bubbles
games, I gotta make monopolies
MoneyMarti in the mix, gold bars when I spit,
I keep my eyes on the target, man y'all be talkin' regardless
Want the rubies
mimes
Attracting much attention yeah
Call me Magneto gassed to the max like
I downed twelve burritos
Tear the beat apart like Christmas gift wrap
(er)
I'm
a lot to you
They still will hate
11 clips don't fuck with twelve
Send thirteen hits bout fourteen there
Shot fifteen times, sixteen blues each
Started
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
clean, splash ya ?
Double blue 62 smash ya limousine
You could set trip, but I get the ammo near
Like a bad alibi, switch up the lambo gear
These other
(Kinny and Arcanum)
She's on a bed in a more than sign
Cuz I swapped hip-hop for the dead ass grind
Eight Jimmy Hills and I sniffed twelve lines
blue steel
On black day
Silver clouds when the mac spray
Turn rappers back into clay
My minds a museum filled
With microphone exhibit's
Of rhymes that I
of the mind you treat by combining some drugs or
Finding a childhood trauma tied up inside to release it's
A struggle to love me and just to look at me suffer
that you rocking probably a lease
Got all the bars got all the beats
And I'm going nasty, going out sadly like it was written by Safdies (uh)
Popping
12! (Aye aye)
Fuck 12! (47)
Fuck 12! (Aye 47)
Fuck 12! (Fuck em)
Fuck 12! (Gotdamn)
Fed ass niggas why I get behind bars
Yea I run with red and blues
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