Lyrics:
If you feel what I say, you'll understand what I'm talking about
If you hate what I say, you're exactly who I'm talking about
Don't give a f-k if
the K
I skip P
Bullets flew in Chesapeake
I stand
10 toes still on my feet
How you going tell me I ain't i going be shit , when I'm the shit.
Brown
me than MacGyver see
I'm your rivalry, cousin ride with me
I'm the international cat that you tryna be
I am (REAL) {REAL} (REAL) {REAL} (REAL), yes
rap in the key of r-a-p
Now that is over I'm ready to jam
Want all you people, to clap your hands
Tonight we're gonna, scream and shout
We're gonna
Oo
My lair
K keep me so carefree la
La listen my room the stu b bedroom bump
Oo
I'm scheming
My next move better be evil la la
La I like my shit
the smallest details
I am my own worst critic that there ever was
Or will be
I'm a man who will almost always hate himself willingly
But I know I need to change
stop
Because you're forcing the tears
D O N K E Y B O Y
I say that ive been waiting
For someone to save me
But i am so repulsed
By who ive become
I
Number one team on the planet Earth
Murder one rap, it's not just words
Hany, Banana Clip P (Who that?)
That's Hanybal and Bandana P (Bam, bam)
got the graze
Show them that a college education really pays
Who am I kidding
They feeling no ways
But I really lucked out
Went back to school for my
if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya
Things done changed for a nigga, 'cah before man I used to be the victim
Now I hop out the four by
pounds of FIRE! You can't fade us
WHY? We players NOW! These haters DIE!
We got them killers in spots
Dwellin and K'd up
(I) keep my riders close by when
obscene
who am I to write it clean
Trying to provide for my team
And I do by any means
Gotta rock this criteria
Got a dog from Siberia
Don't talk no
Killa House
Brick City
Style P.
When Funk Doc start takin' the drag
It's like who in the hell left this apron to lad
broken glass
I'm swinging
Y'all already know who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Boom
Growin' up grown, my pops never felt stable (oh)
Didn't have company 'cause
d*ck to enter
Money wan f**k me bad without your grace e no fit enter
Our life Dey your hand na you Dey control am
No be clear eye I take enter
really trying slide
But I tell them it's not the right move
But who am I to judge, I be sliding too
Gangs pimps hustlers blocks and crews
Another bad day
This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (no)
Patek and A.P. full of water
got shit on me
But I ain't got no P, this ain't TSB
So request me, cause honestly
I'm the best in the B. S.T.O.K.E.
Ok I let my ego fly into
don’t humble, they self re eat food
Who possibly, could stop me, I ask
Perhaps nigga not knowing I be going ham
Mob deep coming, put your woman in
already made a mess
S*** I really am blessed
I thought about that 30k I got from barely getting rest
Now I'm waiting on the day where n***** put me
my crutch?
Holdin' me up, helpin' me out
Makin' sure that I stay in touch
Where do I sleep, who do I turn to?
When I be low on my cash
Who am
Hell no, I'm givin' motherfuckers burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A.
Dead on Arrival
So nigga you
a drill, it's a
I am a jealous rap god for sure
Have no other rap gods before me
Kneel to these MC's and they corny
Be on thee alert, I practice
After I
administrator
Hospitals need leaders
You can be an i - intelligence officer
The FBI kind of people
You can a j - you can be a judge
Help people who seek
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