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Gladiators

DJ Kayslay

The Drama King Presents: Straight Stuntin' Magazine

2007

god, but I'm crooked like all the pastor preachers
Ya wife middle name is Train nigga, choo-choo
Ya know what I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, Weeks is

And we don't break it down in half u gotta get it by the onion

I'm stacking diamonds  like it's money
But y'all niggas bugging

And niggas know I came

throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk

Staring at the ceiling traumatized by the demons
Ah! My mind is deep in a maze
Ah! I do not hear what you say
Ah! We go way back in the day
I don’t converse

live for a pastor
Gotta step in the Spirit
By livin' for Jesus
I'm preppin' my soul for the rapture
Every demon in sight'll captured
By the Holy

You My Dog Right

Lil Head

Tha 4' 3" Giant

of my expenses
Now that I'm broke peep this here, the same niggaz I fronted
Around here capping, with them big face hundreds
But that's ok, even though

down here
But Now I'm running through these tracks looking for gold
See the story the story as it unfolds
Designed by the music so I wear it on my soul

If y’all knew how much work I put into this shit, y’all would think I’m crazy, big love from my family for believing in my dream. A lot of people

killing the game, and lately I've felt inadequate
So I took hip hop by the throat so I can have my own stab at it
I wish before sleep I could think about

service I be riding down the boulevard
Arm leg leg arm head, free gods
Ten percent behind the big lights
for the high, eighty five gotta pay the price
five

contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by

by the thoughts
And these different opinions
But everyday I'm learning not to listen
Sometimes it's hard but we gone get by
Sometimes I cry but it's

I'm making gold and platinum tracks
I'm in my bag all alone in my habitat
I'm in a class by myself
A league of my own
I'm in a class by myself
A league

watch nigga
This yo block nigga
Gotta be more ferocious than yo opps nigga
Fuck yo daddy fuck yo mama fuck yo pastor
They don't know shit fuck the block

prime
Must get better with this kid on my mind
I'm just tryna live
The rock's big I still try to climb
It's cool you got it, Ima still get mine nigga

blue
Laughing at my problems caused by people that I knew 
 
Rap attack
Bout to go snap
Get a bad
That be filled with spikes and hit me in back

the shit he did to my mother
Fuck him till he drops

So why you make me a burden
Really what's my purpose
Pastors really preaching but ain't following they

on the chain courts
Across the street from the church with stain doors
Grandma was the pastor, we prayed up
And nights that I was sick, she would stay up
When I

got
A gang in me
Hear my stories I'm telling
A mansion
With these verses
I body a pastor
They call me thriller rapping
Michael Jackson
How you gone

the reins of the game
At a pace you can't keep up with it
Wind behind me blowin' like a fuckin' trumpet
Draggin' bitches by the wig while they suck it

suicidal love issues
Twenty two right on my side my sneak inside the club pistol
Walk inside the bank and they got call me by my first name
Empty my account

yea I'ma start it off like this
Big bag so I'm lookin' at my outfits
Bag it up ass up face down
Add it up 4 bullets 8 rounds
Bae got sticks in her purse

after
Murals of faces plaster (More faces)
Streets plague disaster
Pastors are last castor (Amen Lord)

Born to a life of crime
Cocks nines for the shine

this tea is about to get really hot
(Whoo) see, there's a lot of y'all that
Prayed for something big to happen (Mhm)
You shouted and cried
And ran around