Lyrics:
another kid set up to fail
Oh a kid, I was set up to fail
Now you say I was dealt a shitty hand
I know it's rough but I think you've got a plan?
I wanna
By the time we got back to my pitiful pal
There was no sign of life till he saw the alligator
Purse on her arm, the gleam in her eyes
She opened
large
And I will be revered
Like Eminem, Stoney Bob, Nathan,
And Big Sean
Ima be platinum
AKA gone
Bro you know it's all love
Please don't get
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter
mama,their father
Awa o gbo nkankan, e le pe ni mutiny
Joke with everything but not with muri mi
Ngba ti Mon grind ko ma si eni to ri mi
Now I got bitches all
Ten blunts lit with different strains
Red cup gin and lemonade
No extra stuff bitch I been the wave
Don't press your luck kid you in the way
Get
The Prince of the 269
And you're no doctor, I tell you, I get mad chill
Had to listen to baby, I tell you, I go right trill
Knock at the door, I ran
out the same, out the vein
Bad vibes please reframe, ok
No were never saying Goodbye
Especially when we got good vibes
Yea girl you know you're my type
suck like B.o.B
What rapper goes by B.o.B?
Sick with the pen not an average n***a
You don't have a hitter, you a babysitter
You ain't make it n***a,
I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)
You're a certified clown in my eyes
That's the reason why half of your
Tony's push cart, how does it go
I said it doesn't go you have to push it.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I got a million of 'em, a million of 'em
Now you
shit its the boys in blue get out the way and move
Your soul is due this shits what poison do
Said i don't got time for you, uh
I got the part
Playing
Intro
Listen to what i'm about' to say:
When Its been bout 6 months,
2 weeks, bout 7 days, that you haven't got a call from
him or even had him come
this always happens when I sing
You've got a habit of denying me
You said that you don't like his kids
You like it when he grips you by the hips
You
up
Right now my people f*cked up
Uncle Tom's all in the news, that sh!t be f*cked up
Slavery is a choice, Kanye you got us f*cked up
They ain't just
hestiation
Live with the funkdafied cutie pie
Gat by the thigh, the Smalls by her side
If you fuck with her you got to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping
Know my pigment got you weary
But I'm still gon' get this milli'
In the weekend, I'm in billy or in soul
I'm getting litty
Getting promo by your bitty,
we drop I bet you sing it
Check the logo and slip up and get creamed kid
My pen is registered like Bruce Lee on loose leaf
My crew be,
head, I'm thinking, "Should I dodge the bullet?"
(Man, this kid is bluffin' you can pull it)
I feared the whole scene, the shooter didn't bluff
Now
I'm just a nigga that's playing
Don't mean to bring up old shit home girl but I'm just saying
You love the fast life
Got all that weed, got all that
Did he blast first an' ask questions later
I betcha they tell ya I did such a wicked ass earthling
Why did you kidnap that little kid, man I wasn't
fun,More than just another chance to see the “Tom Cruise Run”.
He runs so hard, but his hands stay so straight.You look like you could use a synopsis.
Joel’s
it up another notch
Yeah, that's how we doin it
Broadcasting, LIVE from WBBE
You know how we do it
We got a special guest in the house
He goes by
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