Lyrics:
me sayin where the hoes is I got bookoo[00:37.98]She bad so the bag she bring in be by the bookoo[00:41.69]It's crazy the hate my name bring in be by
on a wheelie 12 o’clock (skirtt)
Aye Swerving in and out of traffic fuck the cops
Ya burn out at the light time to smoke it up
Gotta bad bitch the back ass fat
[the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"]
what the hell...what the hell...
check check check check it out
what
be real trouble
Empty threats, but what really got to him
Is that his boyfriend didn't wanna go to prom with him
Boyfriend Roderick, kept the secret
the serpent eyes
And told us certain lies, and each day a servant dies
But in the halls of Pharaoh the walls are narrow
And religion is like a prison
hell of a party, you know how we do
Aye
Walk inside the spot and fuck it up
Aye
Sky blue up in my double cup
Drink inside my cup, I'm a fool with it
Luis
At my ten year reunion, like look at me now
Having good sex on the reg
New Tempur-Pedic, my bed
All of my lawyers are black
Shit is ironic as hell
whore, even if she ain't my type
And this song is inspired by Broadway play called Hamilton I saw that changed my life
Right away, so my next move is
contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is goin' on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the DO, double G
Get in where you fit in, follow me
see these niggas die for that
Die for that
Hell of a life
Blinded by lights
Hoping I don't fall victim
To my mind
Hell of a life
Why try to fight
Love
paint with snakes and bullies, said "If only you'd memorize your prayers like you did your cool G." See by the time I's old enough to know what religion
on niggaz with bad manners
You want to kill me you willing to ride the hell with me
Seven shot revolver I'm taking my shells with me
You don't want no
that’s an 8 ball
What the fuck is you on?
Been surfing for the last ten years now
All I’m tryna find out
Is who the hell lied to you niggas
They got you
with me
Bruised feet and all
They say the pathway to Hell is paved with good intentions, or some shit like that
A nigga just wanna stay pure
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
LexNour radical infliction
Way I rap is an addiction
Placin' words onto this paper
Was a tactical decision
I was chosen by the gods
To merge
clueless
Don't know how to cope
Do you know what the blues is
You fuck with religion
You know what the true is
Your just an illusion
My niggas illumine
We
of the bus
And the roadies on me but I tell them don't touch yo
Listen up, about to tell you about a bad motherfucker
Goes by GANT he's a man he's a savage but
wonders
I'll strike you twice
More than lightning
Stumble
Through my thunder
Zeus is loose
And he's mad as hell
Told Poseidon
Drown 'em
Told Hades
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me,
is by the brick here
Like fuck a good day, this a good year
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never
The past is done haunting me now
I don't give a fuck i don't give a fuck
Hey, they don't even know nothin
When they was talkin shit but
Wasn't even know
The past is done haunting me now
I don't give a fuck i don't give a fuck
Hey, they don't even know nothin
When they was talkin shit but
Wasn't even know
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